A Gift From My Mozg; Sammy Malchick I Am Poem by Martin Dyke

A Gift From My Mozg; Sammy Malchick I Am



The veck osooshed her red on his nehznies:
And, my droogs, the dobby vino did please.
The lomtick of platties was peeting krovvy water;
Me glazzers were bolshy at the horrorshow sight.
The ptista was aspat where he'd tolchocked her;
Looking pol and pretty under the dim nochy light.
His nozhy was still dripping red grazzy;
His panhandle gross and dripping all lewd.
His Gulliver it was guffing bezoomny;
I should have ittied as skorry as I could.
But I remained, gloopy orange I am-
As the millicents came and took me to barry.
Learn from me droogs, who ought to have ran-
Be an oomny malchick. And don't you too tarry.

Sunday, March 23, 2014
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