Sploshlings

The puddlesplunks riffling the meandarling eat aunty's angelfood cake.

They muckleperk under the piano ring and slice it with a rake.

To wellow in marshmallows, oh what a glorious thing!

To yellow off tomorrows, pavillions prisming!

I would you knew such pleasures.

I should you meet mine joys,

The sparkling of my peepers,

Mine own true Dalí boys.