Try this one (my apologies to Lewis Carrol)
Stixin Twixin
Stixin twixin filigreed,
Marxin carxins with their greed,
By coaxing doaxing you will grok,
The transitory style of Spock,
But grixin fixin won’t be played,
And groanen moanen’s oft delayed,
For far sa ramble never knows,
The shape of willy frilly toes,
So krimpy limply if you will,
And take away the barber’s skill,
You’ll never keep a grabble rack,
From doing in your babble stack,
So hardy har and swing it low,
You’ll never see a nicker glow,
And if you try you’ll break your neck,
For you don’t know the bumble beck,
And if you krackle with the larsh,
You’ll miss the amble ramble marsh,
And you might miss the stately kree,
Who diddle fiddles with their knee,
Oh what a batch of simple souls,
Who try to grok the merry shoals,
Yet never seem to kindle fen,
A bigger batch of silly wren,
And if you really want to bash,
A kooper kindler’s far off stash,
You’ll need to bring your wally hoo,
And try to keep it next to you,
And don’t you think that it is time,
To end this silly nilly rhyme,
But still and all I think it’s fun,
To make up words while on the run.
K.M. Sorbello
2007-08-13 18:15:59
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answer #2
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answered by Kevin S 7
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