The Moonflake Blang

The Poem

Gringlegang, Bonglewort, Bindle and Bong,
Vendebing, Anglebong, all came along.
To see the rising of the Moonflake Blang.
Many a nurdle joined the merrified gang.

Vendebing and Anglebong bought lots of food,
Salad was alright, the sausages were rude.
Lots of eats were had by all,
To make such a meal took lots of gall.

Gringlegang, Bonglewort, Bindle and Bong,
All came along singing their song.
The strange quartet were all happy and gay,
Singing their song, day after day.

The Moonflake Blang is what they sang,
What it means, I don't give a hang.
But a good day was had by all,
Some got excited, others kept their cool.

By the end of the day, they outdid their stay,
All returning home without further delay.
Gringlegang, Bonglewort, Bindle and Bong,
Vendebing, Anglebong, all singing their song.

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Credits and Copyright

Copyright Richard Pierson.

Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental

This poem cannot be reproduced in part or whole without express written permission from the author's Estate.

About the Author
Richard Pierson born 1949, died November 2002.
He loved to tinker with words in his spare time, and always wanted his writings to bring a smile.

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