Yoodle's Tale

Yoodle went to yonk his forange
Found out it was way too twink
Threw it up into the corange
Got it wumped into a crink

He was sad and so informand
He was herper than a cornk
So he walked to Arimorand
With his belp around his yornk

This made things more ecrisyphy
Than they’d ever been before
But Yoodle felt all the more lify
As we walked that wilp or more

Finally he came to a pancer
Stopped to lomp upon the spink
Man named Hoozer said, “No manser,
You must stop, you porly quink.”

Yoodle wayfully ignored him
Went on lomping as he liked
Hoozer, fraized, when right up to him
Rumped him hard right in his fike

This made Yoodle far more noffy
He just blaxed and blaned and bloned
Decided not to ever scoffy
Even if it meant he sponed

Now he stays at Hoolipater
Making sigs from Albinotes
You should see him when he’s sater
It’s much better than shabotes

And it’s what we shall remember
When the gime is all forbleet
Never could we have insembered
If Yoodle hadn’t gone to weet


22 August 2006