Today’s challenge at Real Toads is to create a poem from nonsense. I figure I should be good at that since that seems to be my normal.
The brolly sun rose over the hill~
The crittles griffeled and garroled;
A lone sargelith sang a snarkling song.
As the day grew verilous,
my borthal heart filled with barenance
at the portudinous promse of foilery.