My trusty twagwanger trolblasted me
I’m woken by chitterlings and crampoons
twilling and twonking
I cover my mastificle
And try to hinkle on the bandistrap
As I splurtwangle my lickersplurge
I hear mercifulous melodies
Floating down
I dash to the bubbleblaster
And pick purple pongwinkles
To brighten my ardurachlego
I’m know they’ll wilt montoliously
Releasing rancid ramifrons
Which stink of chericock cheese …
An aroma from my heriboll
It reminds me of Chuckielens
And days spent at the verileges
Of the Zazabor San Tynfartest
Oh how we gurgled and benifolded
On the banks of Virwestsicage
Chuckilens would hold my twagwanger
Inspecting it with her tiny vesticart
I miss her every single sonyploose
Ramfestingly, I’m now asticern
I perect my with ponglithwait
Visitors no longer vangleswatch
But Iggilswander on the twillsidepath
I yearn for soltroghaphy
and hipleswagfest days
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