‘Swas sillig when the gumphey sea
did
bluster brook and bolt
SEVENTY
FIVE YEARS sucking seashells off
bandy
beaches, and Bugger and I did brusquely folt.
“A man and agry ye!”
we
didst mock out to the sea.
“Sirrah! Cease forthwith this
ghurrrumphing and kacklaking!
Make
peace ye between land and sea!”
Not One Out Done this agry sea
by
a benthum boy as I -
though such small sad figures I and Bugger be –
He
SCALLS itself in great motion commotion,
Whithing
up up UP waves floofing, frasing
Down
Down
DOWN
KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Ahll over sandy beach seashells
and two herroneious Humans beans, me, myself, me Bugger and I.
Now should you visit the
Gumphey sea in all its bluster and brook
You may find two ice’d figures frazen in spot
Cold and Cold
and Cold and Coldly chilling with hot
Sir Ocean away back from the
Spot,
Protecting beaches and sneetches
and seashell sally seeshes all from being gobbled ohp.
Consider
yeself lucky, boy you be
That
ye did not live through the story of
The Guhrumphey Sea!
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