Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in my Armpit One Midsummer Morning
Oh frettled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes.
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with myblurglecruncheon, see if I don't!