A nonsense poem: The love of Orpius was Joysome
Orpius sat upon a grund with outstretched eyelings hurly-dripped.
Bedown his speckley probus ran the glister-rain and sadly plipped,
Into below a farsheth stream of bubble tongue-ed woosh of woe.
Gralurgling beraidedly in wend between his fronded toes.
Starkly lone he wabled there and turned his bassit head about
Stremaking all his yawnyness that boasted scent of trout.
Joysome further long was bent, and striding purposefully,
Ooloos in her wurphy hair did flutter, pitch and goolie.
Then bescried the lump-ed shape of Orpius upon his round,
She hissuped, mostly waned with shock, then zephred to his ground.
Strothy fingers, soft and wurphus, straggled kindly in his crag.
Orpius’ eye wide rounded, gazed upon the pretty hag.
Gooey mindedly they swont for each of other’s hirtig,
They warmness wrapped and foldy robed each other’s whirlygig.
Joysome lurbled pootily inside her stongham thoughts,
Shared with Orpius the wurph that hurly eyes had caught.
Intertwining outstretched eyelings dawned and brightly shone
Then lo the Whurphing Pib was born, a happy Orpius son.
Other Humorous Poems by me
- Poem: Nine in the Morning Mental ramble on a Christmas theme
A poem inspired by a cold office morning in the lead up to Christmas
- A trio of lymericks on the theme of birthdays
I was wrapping presents for a birthday one year and these three little limericks popped into existence. Enjoy.
- Poem: The Birthday of the Bell Boy's Mum
A silly poem I wrote a while back. I have a number of silly poems... I believe it is time to inflict them upon the world (Grins maniacally).