Two Mushrooms Made of Marmalade
Two mushrooms made of marmalade
Looked out across an everglade,
One wore a bright red pork-pie hat
The other tossed an acrobat.
Nearby, upon a mound of cheese
A Wizzle blew a little breeze,
Ignawing what the Nondle said
As words flew flying from its head.
His friend, The Jumb-e-lock of course
Came lumphing on a hobby horse,
‘I’ve bigger fish to fry than you!’
He said, as he was oft to do.
The Nondle, in a boat he plied
With little arms hung by his side,
Said, ‘butterflies were all the rage
In far off hazy summer days.’
‘Oh, nonsense!’ cried the pork-pie hat,
Who hated when he talked like that.
‘A bee is such a frightful please
With mutton stuck about their knees.’
‘And don’t forget to mention, dear,’
The acrobat cried in his ear,
‘That crazy florid purple haze.
The one that left an awful graze.’
‘The one that caused a dreadful rash
And caused an elephant to bash-
And trump, as loud as sound itself
Until it faltered through ill health.’
‘But this is not the time nor place,’
The pork-pie hat said, quite red faced.
‘To mention things that have no sound
And tremble everything to ground.’
‘Nor give the matter such reprise
So as to make a compromise.
And finish with some fine regale
About a quite outstanding tale!’
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