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.
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
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.
