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By evelight lay lackless when by happenstance, Moved to stoke fires by a wordsmith's en-trance. Salute you Oh Scribe whose savour words evoke Mellow cheese, crusted bread and drippings fire smoked. _And on to kitchen with hungergreed,_ _Then to see what we shall find._ Greeishly seeking  ** hum! Hubbardmum! Remorsal to not spy no plump honeycrumb. Hoardings bereft of gorgeulent fripwhips, Desumed save for wholesmug and blandiment pips. _And on to bed with hungerneed,_ _Then to dreams alone to dine._ Ill-matched vestements, quick-foot before routine, Grogful from slumberfast, not spruced nor clean. Green of the wind that bites first to incense, Cornflaked under boot, toiling towards drudgcompence. _And on to secure with hungerspeed,_ _Then to home with food on mind._ To sizzle, not to bake,  fits the need to be sated, Though the tangs now unaired bring relief once it's plated. From first ****** to last spurt no sooner guzzied down, With all gourmeaches now quelled and all yearnishes drowned.
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Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
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By evelight lay lackless when by happenstance, Moved to stoke fires by a wordsmith's en-trance. Salute you Oh Scribe whose savour words evoke Mellow cheese, crusted bread and drippings fire smoked. _And on to kitchen with hungergreed,_ _Then to see what we shall find._ Greeishly seeking  ** hum! Hubbardmum! Remorsal to not spy no plump honeycrumb. Hoardings bereft of gorgeulent fripwhips, Desumed save for wholesmug and blandiment pips. _And on to bed with hungerneed,_ _Then to dreams alone to dine._ Ill-matched vestements, quick-foot before routine, Grogful from slumberfast, not spruced nor clean. Green of the wind that bites first to incense, Cornflaked under boot, toiling towards drudgcompence. _And on to secure with hungerspeed,_ _Then to home with food on mind._ To sizzle, not to bake,  fits the need to be sated, Though the tangs now unaired bring relief once it's plated. From first ****** to last spurt no sooner guzzied down, With all gourmeaches now quelled and all yearnishes drowned.
I wanted to write a nonsense poem. I remember Roald Dahl's skill at creating new words so suggestive they never required defining, I remember puzzling over Lewis Carroll's Jabberwocky and trying to make sense of it. Rather than revisiting these and being overtly influenced I wanted to try and evoke my own language and see what came out of it.
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Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
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