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Oh, look! The Wump wears polka-dot socks.
It tap-dances swirls on peppermint rocks!
Its belly jiggles like jelly on spoons,
While whistling loony, balloon-tune croons.
One foot hops east, the other foot west,
It juggles twelve pies (but drops all the rest).
The townsfolk giggle, the lampposts sway,
As the Wump cartwheels over the Milky Way.
With a flibbertigibbet and zoodle-zoo,
It winks—then gets stuck on sparkly glittery superglue!
Of all the words in English lore,
That sounds like something from before,
Like “flibbertigibbet” or “brouhaha”,
Or some old, useless, “codswallop”, “tara-da-da,”
There is one that shines with such a wondrous glow,
A luminous and lovely, “lo and behold!”
It is not “glimmering,” nor just merely “bright,”
It speaks of pure, unadulterated light.
“Effulgent”, a word to make the spirits soar,
Describing brilliance from its very core.
It’s the sun at noon, in all its blazing power,
The vibrant, perfect essence of a flower,
A sudden, clear epiphany, a light on a dark way,
The radiant, shining splendor of a brand new day.
A complex, long, and winding word, you see,
A verbal rigmarole, if it needs be,
But once you grasp the luster of its sound,
True, shining, radiant wonder you have found.
So let the other words go lickety-split and fast,
“Effulgent” is a gem built to last!
Ballyhoo skullduggery
bling-bling you dingleberry,
you old flibbertigibbet,
you snollygoster!
Flibbertigibbet
a Limerick
By: Miracle Man
12-17-2019
She was flibbertigibbet or a female fool,
She used her men like they were her tool.
A heart like a stone,
She wound up alone,
And no longer does she resemble a jewel.
A flibbertigibbet is a whimsical thing
Made of all kinds of magical stuff
Like cotton balls and carpenter's glue
And bits of belly button fluff
They float above your room at night
Protecting each kiddie from harm
Good thing about flibbertigibbets
They never get scared or alarmed
The only reason that they exist
Is to make you feel cozy and safe
So you can get a good night's sleep
Be all cheery when you awake
A flibbertigibbet doesn't mind at all
If you think her name is silly
They like to see you struggle with it
Till your brain's all willy-nilly
What a hoot, these flibbertigibbets
They're delightful to have around
Makes you feel safe and warm inside
Bestest pal you've ever found
About Pastimes
To be a scatterbrain is a blessing and a curse;
Jumping from play to play, immaturity at its worse.
Painting is so gripping while it’s being done,
Reading takes its reader to serious or fun.
Writing verse as it comes and hope that it's enjoyed,
Is a past time to add to the past times employed.
And then there’s the canine that joins to watch the moon,
The flibbertigibbet pursuits all gone too soon.
Some folks ride the oceans and plan dreamy trips to space,
And then there are those who find their fun by just reshaping their face.
There are pastimes to ride horses and bungees to jump from mountains,
While others reach into waters to find coins in far off fountains.
Alas, though, my friend, methinks a pastime becomes past time in time.
It's a good question; whom we can call it; possibly
a person who is irresponsible, constantly
talks too much, a flighty
scatterbrained psyche;
It's a slang term, for a person who is gossipy.
I have a strange malady
curiously effecting me
for I am very susceptible
to words of a variety
Words like cushlamachree
or hobbledehoy
give me such joy...
that my brain begins burbling
at a fantastic rate
things like bamboozle, bumfuzzle
blatteroon, and bombinate!
Bogged down in boondoggled
bedraggled, beware
I'm not making sense
and I really don't care!
Gushing galoot, galumph, galore
something inside crying
more, More, MORE!!!
I'm an insatiable verbavore!
Flippantly tripping through
flibbertigibbet, flumadiddle
filipendulous to the stupendous
sounds of mellifluous eutony
I am getting so tongue-tied here
my mouth is in mutiny!
But, oh my Dearie-
there's whigmaleerie
wifty, whimsical...
mugwump, moppet
words keep wheeling through my head
'though silly, I can't stop it!
For there's slubberdegullion
mollycoddle, hobgoblin
and gumption, too!
With all the splendiferous words about...
what's a logoleptic to do?
F-lighty flibbertigibbet she
I-gnores social graces,
Z-ipping around in
G-iddy delight, she is an
I-llusion our
G-aga girl.
In the spirit of dire news
he's holed his old souls!
Walking so hard and so long
through the coals.
But you cannot master fire
without mastering the wind;
a kink in the fate
of he who has sinned,
but does not believe
in the trouble he is in—
Coveting the secrets of sin
in his grin....
I sneer at the doctrine instilled therein.
Death to the messenger
Sends a message
Back to the sender.
I suppose I shall borrow his tongue for my blender.
The Flibbertigibbet
Such a ludicrous name, unto you may never have been heard;
But The Flibbertigibbet Demon, lives in the land of words.
They hide there in The Thesaurus, in front of our eyes;
Like The Devils spies in paradise.
The bookworm with tapeworm, failed to see The Flibbertigibbet.
But then one day The Bookworm, just happened to come across it.
It stood out from the rest, because it didn’t sound human;
Then I read the description and it simply said Demon.
The demonic disguise, lead to the corruption of the mind.
It is now forever entwined, with the Flibbertigibbet inside.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I am a kite
Top at the height
With the thread broken
I know no rules
I know no direction
I know no boundaries
Singing with the breeze
Dancing with the storm and
Moving with the blow
All has become my fad now
A flibbertigibbet, I am
With the stars
With the clouds and
With the birds
Feel so light
Going high and high and high
I am a kite
Top at the height
With the thread broken!
A flibbertigibbet is a whimsical thing
Made of all kinds of magical stuff
Like cotton balls and carpenter's glue
And bits of belly button fluff
They float above your room at night
Protecting each kiddie from harm
Good thing about flibbertigibbets
They never get scared or alarmed
The only reason that they exist
Is to make you feel cozy and safe
So you can get a good night's sleep
And be all cheery when you awake
A flibbertigibbet doesn't mind at all
If you think her name is silly
They like to see you struggle with it
Till your brain's all willy-nilly
What a hoot, these flibbertigibbets
They're delightful to have around
Makes you feel safe and warm inside
Bestest pal you've ever found
© Jack Ellison 2014
A flibbertigibbet is a whimsical thing
Made of all kinds of magical stuff
Like cotton balls and carpenter's glue
And bits of belly button fluff
They float above your room at night
Protecting each kiddie from harm
Good thing about flibbertigibbets
They never get scared or alarmed
The only reason that they exist
Is to make you feel cozy and safe
So you can get a good night's sleep
Be all cheery when you awake
A flibbertigibbet doesn't mind at all
If you think her name is silly
They like to see you struggle with it
Till your brain's all willy-nilly
What a hoot, these flibbertigibbets
They're delightful to have around
Makes you feel safe and warm inside
Bestest pal you've ever found
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