A poem about a duck

1.

The trumpetry duck

With the grobular shuck

Had a slirt that no dumpfer could slake.

So the trumpetry duck

Took a shork and a flucq

And deflampered the proventry drake.

2.

To the duck said the drake:

“Do you mind? I’m purlaique!”

And the duck rather crimply restrew:
“You’d be two times the quaicke

That I stravvy to mraike

If you knew what I’d grompified through!”

3.

But the thrumpettigrue

That the duck shrallie-hoo

Had a cramble two centiprons high:

For if he had permured

All the tamposite splured,

Then whop was it clottoried by?

4.

As the drake was no phnigh

To the wheans of his why,

He had frotted this cruxical yurde;

So he strambled an ecques

To the toins of his trex

And delivered a prominent verde:

5.

“I adstrive that your snex

Be unfloopily wex,

And your snoobit uncotterly hurd,

But to arbit that my

Battoliptical frigh

Are unflimpt is lecayly construrd!

6.

“Further, thencenotwithstirred,

It is hap-the-leff berr’d

That the jumbice of flaighterly high

Has an orfit of plew

Which regapes that no broo

Can relainder an unkimbered brai!”

7.

Did the duck even jigh?

With a sleave and a sligh,

He relacted his flimp and his floo,

And his brike and his braike,

And his frools and his fraicque,

And his phosphoridopholies too.

8.

For his parting madiou

He entrended a troo

To his dromboree, waiting in raicke,

And he said, said the duck,

“I just whinted a sluck,”

Said the duck to the hampified drake.