Pome to MortBlurble and blargle! The fungle's like marble...The flustig is blowing, And such is the way,Of stating your case, When reason holds sway...It's not that I'm jaznick,Or terribly garblous...Or wanting a chat, or something quite farblous....So whenever your fungle is open to air,and your blushniks are blushing...Without any fears...A short danggly missive,portraying, your wishes...will suffice to inform me,(oh it's just so delicious!) Of when you're on, netwise.. so both of us, (gleebly)can verily cheerably,greet appositely, and nothing unsightlyshall mar the endeavourwhen gaily, together,We'll mingle our rhymes....