I have words
For things that don’t
Exist;

Things pop out of
NoSomeAny
Wear

Things exist, popping to life
Like the twin Colonels Popcorn
I’m Adam naming the Gnu
(And failing to explain the name
To Eve, who gets frustrated and thinks
A snake has better ears than her
Husband, who knows…

But anyway, uh…
My Merflacks are as
Big as any Globskeins
You’ve never skien;
How could you have
Skiened a Flackmer?
I just made all that
Apcrola Down.

And what about that
Plompein you brought with you
To that party? Huh?
What were you stinking?
And I’m not making that last
Word up, yo.
You really stinking.
Get some flope, why’nt ya.

I’m in glub with that Plompein
You pretended to bring with you
To that party that was a total and
Complete Blastoil.
Several peep-hoals came down
With really nasty cases of
****-flapsis.

Your birthday, I did not forget;
I sent you a glaftboob; a pinging
Glaftboob. You were not
Gloamy. I remember when I thought
Everybody was gloamy.
No one’s gloamy anymore.
Gloamys aren’t even themselves
I HATE gloamys.

I’m going to school to become
A licksplurch.
You can take that to the
Place that holds our money
(I Hope You know what it’s called)