UNA NOCHY

This nanti-riah omi nattered in me aunty nells,
There’s a wallop on at feely-omi flowery dells.
Along I tripped at otter, and batting on me tod,
I savvied that the donnas would be catever or cod.
But I parked me dinarley, setter madzer ponte,
And varda’d meesey donnas, joggering me nonti.

Then I ogled this palone, with zhooshy yellow riah,
Her lallies long and bonaroo, right up to there, or higher;
No slap or dowry fakements but the dolliest of eek,
I’m multi bonar for her, and I did a double-deek;
A vogue between me hampsteads and now muchola bold,
I nixed the oglefakements and up to her I trolled.

We cackled and we tittered and then we hoofed a bit,
I lelled her famble right in mine and held it luppers knit.
She fluttered ogle-riahs and flashed her grey-blue yews,
My thumping-cheat was fit to bust, I leefed it in my thews.
Meshugana, she makes me – all ditzy when she’s ajax;
She sets the strillers strilling – aunt nell that tenor sax!

We scarpered off to jarry at a bijou carnish-ken,
And sometimes we’ll go trolling or buvare now and then.
I’d vaggeried that nochy, nix charpering to blag,
But I’ve varda’d her lucoddy, and it’s bona, nanti drag.
So now I screeve these lavs and ponder gylrigo palaver;
Alamo, my bel palone – such fantabulosa charver.