The shruckling brook twists around
the underbrush, ferns, and green little brots
making it's clean path through
the wild turns of the otherwise
confriggalus jungle.
It chuckles and burbles and babbles,
And trammles and jackles and plurks,
on its very merry way
plarfling to itself,
smelling the strungent perfume
of the zurplagot flowers,
tasting the salty stebbles
tickling its feet.
Experimenting with something new here- comments appreciated as always. All words are completely made up except for 'strungent' (strong+pungent) and 'stebbles' (stones+pebbles). Thanks for reading! (:
