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The Vermeskin' Juddleflizzy by Blair

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Last Febrember mum did say;

"I hope that you're not busy,

'cause if you're not, go out and slay

That vermeskin' Juddleflizzy."

Fragoobleized, I flooped in shock

And gippled in surprise.

Puntunctiously I optilocked

As I stazed into her eyes.

"Grimblegroobers? Piece of cake!

Greduffalonts; a breeze!

I eat them both at breakfast

With toast and melted cheese.

But JUDDLEFLIZZIES?! Don't be daft!

It'll have me morgandurgled!

It'll crickle, spoitle, moich and splurt me

Then have me oinklesplodged and churgled!"

"Don't be lazy, glympy boy,

And don't neglifft your chores.

Besides, you ought to go outside;

It's healthier outdoors."

So like the fwippy lad I was

I did as I was told.

I was of course obedient

At only eight years old.

I clad myself with all my mungle

And troofted through the town

To the Jigadigoobley Jungle

As the townsfolk vult me down.

I tringed a path with schtoops and chops

Seeking the devastructious beast

But found only venzileripops

And some snurking stripsnak trees.

Within about six donkey's hours

I lotused in a clearing.

While sitting there in silence

I sensed the schnipster nearing...

BOOM-SHAKALAKA! CRRKDOOSH-CRACK! ROARRRRR!

The horpetrifibubble Juddleflizzy had me pinned against the floor!

The gharish, ghastly gnorpleschnak,

The humunganormous puffle

And I, with Kung-Fu valour

Fought the skipple to kerfuffle!

I was strimped across the undergrowth,

He bore horns and spines and claws and sting

And tusks and teeth,

But I, I had not anything!

It pounces flaring every frill!

I swaked from underneath my kilt

A Gnazourx axe with double hilt

To have that Juddleflizzy killed!

All within a microsecond

I saw the Juddleflizzy's mug,

The snoofy nuffler, then I reckoned,

Would skwirk if it just got a hug.

I dropped my axe and stretched my arms

And muppled up the beast with love,

Whispifying, slooked with charm,

“No hard feelings, bruv.”

Grimblegroobers? Piece of cake!

Greduffalonts; that's easy!

I share them both at breakfast

With my pet Juddleflizzy.


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