O, the glib glob of tribble trobble
How it curdles the gurdle of yonder ghrottle
Slip-sloppily slinking beside the grawn throgs
And squilching the squalor (with a greasy groan)
Like a rose in an endless Winter
That drips goopies upon stumblied yoopies
Like Stimbubulous Gropplestoppers
That blunk finger maidens, get out of my house!
(Happy Towel Day!)
A Life in Poems 