Portmanteaus Scroup
Greu has turned the color of my plarn
So I’ll just knit a legock for my child.
While getting up I trip upon my hornicorn
It makes me ridast through my small famoom.
My son comes in and loosh at my folly,
He’s sure his mom has gone a bit crazoo.
Then glares at me delivering his snark,
By asking which of us is the matune.
Greu, plarn and snark from list
My words:
Scroup: scrambled-soup
Legock: legging-sock
Ridast: ride-fast
Famoom: family-room
Loosh: looked-shocked
Crazoo: crazy- cuckoo
Matune: mature-one
Other: Hornicorn: horse-unicorn
Brenda Meier-Hans
27.08.2014
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Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
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