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Aibee Ceebe Deebedeebe
by V. Blakein an extensibule of wizdalence,
sans calisthenitronics,
equilibriosity
gets doped into moronics;
but under all the chitterbang
in the quiverdome of onix,
i sip a little jitterjang
of tongue-tie tied-tongue tonics.
on drippy droppy dribbadrooby
oomabooma lane
my syllabisms rivertapper
ubbless unterrain;
whilst grifty milliodyssey
drives oxiphants insane,
the wibbly Ommallamalee
wolvers in the rain. 01/14/2010 Author's Note: Poemuary entry #14. Scrapped the original post in favor of something I thought to be much more fun.
Posted on 01/15/2010
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachel Bennett on 01/15/10 at 01:44 AM Das a pepperdilly bagadoon masterpiece! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/15/10 at 12:56 PM You just confused the hell out of historians or English professors in about 700 years when they try to read this piece. But by then there won't be poetry, just twgr speak. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/15/10 at 04:58 PM Fantastic! Thank you. My tongue is tired, but smiling.. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/15/10 at 07:03 PM I love the last line...you crazy kid...I read that and I think, "Only Vince can pull that off and not make me want to run screaming for the hills and for fine leatherbound editions of classic literature!"
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| Posted by Michael Smith on 01/18/10 at 08:35 AM This reminds me of "Middle English." Hey, wait, you aren't fluent in it are you? Anyway, I think this is super hip.
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| Posted by Michael Defries on 02/24/10 at 06:43 AM How did I miss this read? It's dibbidee daddidy doo, or yabba dabba doo! |
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