Nonsense Journey

Go where your heart does thaw,

Past the nubby snucketts and wormy thires,

Beyond what tally-ho desires,

Far past the crickets and warble cries,

From flying fiends of maggish flies,

And on to the thither and yon…

Where, deep in the sticks of Avenon,

marthing mithers play and sing songs

And Elvin queens do douse their lips

On veiny, popping saliclypse-

A plant which oozes out treacle tart

And dares thy poggart to eat your heart-

Deep in the halishak's maw.