Humor Poetry posted August 23, 2012

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Grobsters and gulbats meet their match

A chapter in the book Steve's Poems for Kids

Marshmallow and Pumpkin

by kiwisteveh

When the grimulous grobsters are plarking their mench And the gulbats are twicking on toeses You can bet they're upstoggled by men who are hench Of the kind that would never smell roses. "I can see," said Marshmallow, "that the world needs a fellow Who's sticky and tasty and pink. These gulbats and grobsters are mufficle mobsters And shtooker than most people think." "But if I have my way, at the end of the day Their twicking and plarking will cease. They'll twick no more toeses, they'll learn to smell roses; Upstoggling shall give way to peace!" A rotund sort of bloke, young Pumpkin, then spoke. "Well said, my sweet friend, it's appalling That this grimulous lot can squinch all that we've got. It's abhorrent and awful and galling!" Though my skin is quite thick I'm aghast when they twick; A deep sense of woe it betides. The mench that they've plarked all my fury has sparked; It unsettles my seedy insides." So the unlikely pair made a pledge then and there That the mufficle henchmen they'd seek. They purchased a battery, oiled it with flattery And practised each day for a week. With method historical they next bought a coracle For two pounds and three pints of beer, Though this curious craft had no fore and no aft And neither knew quite how to steer. With a sail rather frayed from a table-cloth made, Some leeks and a bucket of jello, Our duo set forth t'ward the hazardous north Crew Pumpkin and Captain Marshmallow. "I see by your cheek we've been sailing a week," Said the captain (who was also a barber). "It behoves me to say, if we go on this way, We will soon make it out of the harbour." For a year and six weeks on a diet of leeks, The crew of the good ship 'Courageous' Fought mufficle mobsters, the gulbats and grobsters, With skill and panache most outrageous. Now the grimulous grobsters no more plark their mench And the gulbats don't twick on our toeses; There's no more upstoggling by men who are hench Who now spend their time smelling roses.

Writing Prompt Write a rhyming nonsense poem. There must be some end rhymes in your poem but you do not have to follow any particular rhyming pattern. Whatever style of rhyming poem you choose with NO meter requirements. Make it as nonsensical as you like. You can alter some words, combine words to make a new word or make up your own words. Humor is the key ingredient for this contest! Please post warnings for our younger members if your poem is not appropriate for certain age groups. Thank you and have fun! Good luck!

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