Troubled Flufferlumps

With a whuffle shift and huffle snort
and a strankle of kerfuffle,
the baafluffs stirred and feared,
with cryckling mehruckling,
freakified;
and the woofler danced, appeared
to think it all a game
as he nuzzled, tussled, snappled
and rushered, fangling,
hackled, lunged out, mangling,
terrebringing, bounding all around
'til
BANG! the baarkler shottled, stoppled, shuffed:
the hound lay still upon the ground.

[IP/Poetry Monthly: ‘Nonsense’ poetry – or poetry that at first sight/reading seems nonsense, with made-up words?] I don’t know if this is what is meant, but I enjoyed messing around with it.