I took my old rickety-rackety down to the 38th annual Jickety Jackety
I glimpsed a flit of Thilts, purring Brazkets in a row
a couple of Thrice Heim'ed Tippens
and even one thundering Lugubrious Quandry
but mine was the only rackety that day at the Jickety Jackety
circuited with spection and plick-placked with aghast
did trundle my rickety-rackety with nary a quinkle
"Welcome to the 38th annual Jickety Jackety", trumpeted the Sonorator
"we eagerly await the clinking of clonks, the unexpected wabeling, and the ever hazardous finale"
"a grand spectacle, a cacophonous din,"
"shall the Jickety Jackety begin!"
a clamor strode through the spectators and washed over the contenders
as tension undid and knotted brows
stitching and sewing a slurry and tangle
did dribble-thrash the Brazkets at the first note of "-in!"
on surged the Thraggonks not to be out done
as my rickety-rackety gave a confident thitter-thatter
and did dance onwards midst a flock of Thilts
and my rickety-rackety chortled with patter
firmly did lumber the Lugubrious Quandry
each motion a thunder, it proceeded grandly
the chitter and natter as the crowds ribboned and tattered
the slither stomp wander of contenders contested
the sun ran slipshod down to the horizon
as Sonorator sang close the end of the the 38th
that day I went down to the Jickety Jackety
me and my rickety-rackety
makin mouth sounds