Vulgarcocky Poem by Noor Shihadeh

‘Twas the lintage, and the trithe thou spoke of,
Was nigh, but did they lingle and fumble in the cothe?
All crimson were the shoots were the shoots of the
Blackle-snatcher plant.

Beware the Vulgarcocky! Whishered
As the Gookles lay prey on the glooky Bumshuffles.
The golden sun arose over the crunky forest,
Revealing a truly crass beast.

Its face a surly, brutish lump,
As a crumpish duckle of a lad
Emerged from the shrubbery, while
Drawing his gafunkling sword.

'Beast! Awake from your slumber! '
With a trinkled slash,
The Vulgarcocky's head rolled
Slowly to the boy's feet

The boy poked it scrupilouslyously
It came to life and bit off the
Boy's leg. 'Mmm…'
The boy screamed as his stomach opened.

The creature licked up the child's
Spleen in one, triggest movement.
The young one attempted to push his intestines
Back inside him when the Vulgarcocky bit off his
Head, and laughed deskidedly……



This is a poem in which I had to make words up, otherwise known as a nonsense poem