poem

The twalty twans were twanging tunes in the twinkle-torrent trees,
And a whiffle-poof was winging, as a bee buzzed in the breeze.
A snitzle-snoop hound sniffed and sneezed, on the trail of a tippery toper,
While a drugstore cowboy carried corn to his gal, but still he couldn't rope her.
What ho! A footfall fell. These bridges can't be trusted!
So sing on, my sad serbien seagull, my bungling bongo's busted.