Gordo the Gobling

Gar Gum Gobbleay! Yub Mub so I say!

A feast! All the food I adore!

I’ve ten scaly snorks, a plump-breast peckoon,

I’ve sweet-smelling globewurts galore!

There’s mud juice to dip, my twiglings of yum,

And maggies and squiggles – all mine!

I’ll spread them all down, to rest on my tum,

And pick ‘em off one at a time.

The paunch of a king! Well fatted with grub,

It sits like a fabulous pea,

But now that I look, the food that I have,

Should not really fit here on me!

Perhaps, one snork, enrobed in a leaf,

And lay there a curly-toed louse,

I guess, it’s best, to eat, less –

I’ll eat just what fits in my mouth!