humperdown my rosy friends
and humperdown my lady
take it lightly as a whim
or coodle like a baby
stimmerback my dankled kin
and stimmerback my queen
make the table space for joy
and tell me where you’ve been
chumple up my limely pals
and chumple up my honey
save some for the wiley blue
and give away your money
hopple down my perfy mates
hopple down my bride
take a lesson from the dreel
or grow your witchard wide
humperdown or stimmerback
chumple up or hopple down
which one you do my corly maid
will tell where you are found
9 August 2006
This is a poetry blog. I have been writing nonsense for young and old only since the summer of 2006. I liken my rhymes to such wordsmiths as Edward Lear, Lewis Carroll, or Dr. Seuss. Please enjoy, read, reread, comment.
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- travis vanest
- Indianapolis, Indiana, United States
- I'm a teacher, a friend, a songwriter and singer, a sun lover, a painter, a cook, a son, a husband, a guitar player, a writer, a kite flyer, an uncle, a nature lover, a nephew, a seeker of God.
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