The Midnight Gobbleditch
squake the guisely skwallard
there’s pudding in the fridge
but leave a siley pappledoth
for the midnight gobbleditch
let it eat a munchinfless
and skreel a throbbledue
hide and hope the gobbleditch
doesn’t then eat you
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2025
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