The championship
by cricketjeff on February 10, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
The Snaggleduff of Bondnecray
Whom all of you have met before
Is off to spend the day at play
At waggledoor
His friends have brought the oberdares
And he himself the windles
They’re busy painting arfasquares
And finding spindles
The game begins at five to ten
With Snaggle facing Joe
Then Mr Moogle tries again
To have a go
He flobberdops the upper boot
And quite downplays the orgle
But after that he tries to shoot
And score a norgle
The tournament is building fast
A champion must soon be crowned
The Oojit brothers play at last
Their hopes are drowned
They add the scores and Snaggle wins
The Champion of Bondnecray
And so the bonnywift begins
A perfect day
Author notes
I have kept most of my poem to simple common words to highlight my inexcusable
making up of the word “bonnywift”, a bonnywift is a joyous celebration of
sporting prowess where bortleberry juice and onmin cakes are eaten in large
number while loud music is played on bonnyphones and umdoopwifts for everyone
to dance to.
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