The Wreck of the Brungencrungencrob by Lewis Carol.
One of my favourite poems, I love the Onomatopoeia.
(A word that imitates or suggests the source of the sound that it describes).
The brundub thunder snarched above
The swislembiferous sea
And drimbled mugfrubs boofkertunked
And swunklers crunked in gleeIt was the Brungencrungencrob
That shoddled in the blast
The mugfrubs fierce had blooked the screw
And swandelcranked the mastThe fleerded few that held the deck
Were streeweedled with fright
For oh the dreadful swankterbrosh
Was skirpling through the nightThey saw the unkterspronks at play
Their souls in horror sunk
The unkterspronks, the swankterbrosh
The hooteljumptibunkAnd as the stykled ship went down
The swankterbrosh drew neigh
And morgled them by twos and threes
A glumbrious way to dieHe slorpulgised the lot and then
The hooteljumptibunk
Came at him with a sterkrious yell
And horched him with a crunkThe brundub thunder snarched above
The swislembiferous sea
And drimbled mugfrubs boofkertunked
And swunklers crunked in glee
