Gnu In the Crew

The gnu in the crew Didn’t know what to do He was feeling a wee bit bumfuzzle For the bear in the middle Spoke pure taradiddle And he was just part of the puzzle He called out “gardyloo Yes, I’m talking to you You’ve turned us about widdershims” Then he heard billingsgate From another shipmate With language not found in church hymns Now he felt gollywobbles From all of their squabbles And wanted to set the crew straight “We must turn cattywampus And follow the compass And do it before it’s too late.” Like sickersnees through some butter An encouraging utter “I think we can keep up the pace” And soon by some gubbins By hard rowing and pumpin’s They found themselves back in the race I was asked to write a poem using all those weird words you see. You might have to look them up in a dictionary to get the true meaning of some of the lines.