plinky plonkey

 I may have to pummel this fan. who decided on the Jabberwocky as my new poem to ruin.

Twas a splishy sploshy, sort of day

Snorkeled puffed here and back

And smodges gimbled on their way

and spell check had a heart attack

Beware the fb fans my friend

of snuggle tipped and mouth that chomps

Beware of Linda Gibson now

and her blooming awful prompt 

She plunked and plinked away about

and lighty wotsits, sparked amiss

Her smile was womble in a shout

because she thought to take the...

The typist typed, and scribbled down

Her wangle whatsit doodlepoo

And suddenly she felt the need

to say 'oi Linda, will this do?