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 In Smung-town on Smungsday a doomy day was nigh.

Catunck-a-tunck fwing went the smungian clack-clock.

Half past malenny-loo the hippler drug to a dalardly stop

as the skies timularity rang with fearsome simulacritiy.

A smung lung yonder yells, “Yippie Yie Yow Kie Yow.  

Skyttle Von Skrattle flies high the nights bow!

Fally the farthest farthing and brilly-bang the bravo-breels

Hooloonga! Hooloonga! A dread skrag-loxs ‘pon our heels.”

“I am Skyttle von Skrattle a dingley dooggle;

A legendly harkle thwick thwack in the night.

Bye skinny, by scurvy, by oh johvie-joovey,

say I the Plunderopitous to all cross my sight.

For I’m Skyttle von Skrattle the daggersome puzzle.

Skroggled old skurge of the six-headed skorx.

Bearded in braxle – eyes like smarladactles.

Skackle-bo skackle-doe dot-dooo dotty-dooooom!”

Running- run the denizens quickly ‘round city Smung.

From smarguns they run, rinny-run! All but one

Hero “Fingatow! of Fingalao” the hero, the Fingatow!

To brave the smarguns. “Fingatow! For smoo-na-roo!!”

Hark, Mayor Shoes smooths soured-ly so smungians, he speaks

“thwip-thwap” Mr. two-shoes re-gloaches with two-steps –

he flaps! “Thwip-thwap! Bounce the Bibalow & The Steelin Stolable!”

 The pippley-peepley people cry back “ping-pang… Ping-Pang!

Nilly-nally slimmy-slack, push this corsair on back!”

Then Stoongax looks up from slack-lips locked in layers.

With his pursed panda-plush he glares like some god.

His drunken lone-tone speaks of go-go mad meri-potomy.  

“Mad maw, jibber-jibber – jivey-jo and the jabber pop.

In Whooper will I’ll flabber-gast safe in safes our bibalow”

says Stoongax to Two-shoes, “For double-roo, the smoo-na-roo!”

Meanwhile…

His breath stank like the wrinkly-rank roundabouts of double cuts.

Immenopalent skyttle funkatucked forth for gorbbled-gold.

Sallardly slimmy-slapping sins ponda burnyadown din,

click-tick fwoooom ik-swash. “Kurn-turn-burn yee down”

“!Da-blewn! !Da blewn!” The skorx weegle-wails & kroons

to Blork the Skorx-gax his skock-poch pakoom.

“I’ll ding-dang the roo!” Reaps Skyttle in his Ficktarian tongue.

Wailing beneath the dillopthanous lights of things undone

Burna-do-drums, Sicamore succumb and mad flung-plumbs

Then Fingatow stands forth…

“Skyttle von Skrattle of twenty-one ginnie guns.

Skyttle von skrattle, the dread of cape fork!

The slithering slug-sack to the cities of Smarnalack.

Rack-attacked and reap-ripping ‘pon Ficktarian norx.

I’ll tremble the trail that tally’s your toll!”  

Good Fingatow pours wrathy-steel ‘gainst piratical blades.

They slice, dance and croil to linguagasmic matha-mataticks

slinging to swing the other’s existingisms. Dodecahedronous

boustrophedroned skit skat. And all for thar-that sacred song

The Sicamor Dafaldalor, which timble rimble wiffle waffles

∫“Dabell-o-dell! Dabell-o-dell! Lim carell flo na rill salill lodeal” ∫

Clink-a-tink went cracks of steel from ragg-ed and tagg-ed

battle sall-ga-vagg-ed. Clunk-thud-clunk! Boom-fwosh-boom!

kik-slice-guh-ga! Fingatow’s “hurrah!” Swinging devotion

from the Smungyan ocean. Vowing fundles, blauwing grundles

and oogatan after oogaton they shparangle their deadly Ooligons

Then Fingatow speaks anew…

“Your shporack attack is dirt in my teeth

I say this, you drimple analoptical llalusion;

you hellow frolodo-mar-ganarx. Time to

pargo the side-ways of your chuck-it pew-chet

and shake sharoos with those laraguised hands

Take a glance at the rappats on your perfuckit 

Then once more…

The flackerty-strygons met with grackled exchanges

And Strike-struck was Skyttle to the chairolax sitodown

Then began the Smungs to sing-garingy-ding.

They did so right loud, ∫“Da ha da ha for Scoodly-Woo

Kombucha-ha da ha”∫ The roaring singlings of singaring

Bequetted in callotrometric dance & tantalometer-song

They sang on..

∫“Tuchee tuchee tuchee. Slam we to taste free.

Kombucha with good gorpling simplality.

Inspectorated Brew; invigimartyred haha.

Westward woopsafooples; two-timed claranya.

Swooney-tune Singaring aloft in Smungadow.

twi-li-skies and flitterites flitting in their flowe

Smungadow smoo! Dance the song of our feet

The five-step jive-step hypertonic slow heat

Clummoritous flow; crackatack-ziggy-zackin’

so the sly guys gogo three foot swang rackin’

All Back and forth and Back and forth and back

Just a tippy tip tiddly tad, like that fly-flack

The milkey mind musings of the markeelio

Tiddly-time, the mad so-so essen-tobodio

Back for back clickitous clack for smoo-na-roo

The way of the Smung. Ding-dang dance-a-roo

Trangalow my hooty-loo and lets lippy tippy to-to

That woozy two-shoes foot growling free for all

For smoo-na-roo” ∫