Two More Minutes With Peanut

minute poem with nonsense words Stretching, I might be four-foot-six I've learned to fix the wixumph jokes of thoughtless blokes. Some people are antriphinal - not short on bull "Peanut," they yell "Who cracked your shell? Perspecitus, 'tis a good word When thoughts get blurred, I watch them squirm at each word worm. When perspecitus meets wixumph, I can triumph, remaining bold - mood quite controlled. Vurshotimy! I call the shots, connect the dots. When chaps condemn, toss words to them. Two minutes with Peanut, no dice. A little spice 'tworks well enough to call their bluff.