There was I thinking what an amazing vocabulary Michelle has – until I realised that this Friday’s 5 at Poefusion are all nonsense words. Well, I’m no Edward Lear or Lewis Carroll and I’m ashamed to offer today’s poem. The prompt words are: caprussule, mozzle, cack, skrey, and glureon. A snippet of information for our trans-Atlantic friends. I am somewhat clumsy and I might be described as cack-handed.
Let me lead you to a space
where inhibitions have no place,
You can dazzle, you can dizzle,
shake your mozzle, slap your wizzle.
Just look deep into a gold caprussle,
do not resist or use your muscle,
in its muntle-coffeled seems
you’ll find planishment for dreams.
In an out-of-town red shack
behind a screen that’s blue and black
the grice have built a stack
of crenellated cack.
At the closing of the day,
when the skrey have gone away,
the best part is left to last.
It’s the glureon repast!