Drooling, schmooling, rubber-smacks,
No muttly-mutter what,
This flumbly-grumbly scoff machine
Impossy was to stop.
Thurbles of the pookest kind
Storgly were they snaffed.
When mitty-witts could not be found
We knew they had been baffed.
Until one day, an ooladniv
He glarped in gobfull face.
It splotted blotted in his juts
And blurst him into space.
Writing Whatnots 
A brilliant story, really, aside from the pleasure of reading the language, I enjoyed the tale very much.
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Thank you Ain. 😊
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Haha! I would definitely give him a wide berth…
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Especially after scoffing ooladniv!
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🤣
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Always wanted to blast off with an ooladniv!!! Thoroughly enjoyable.
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Thank you Helen – (the perils of curry!)
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Great last two lines. I can see Ooladniv blursting off now. Fun!
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Thank you K 😁
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Shiver me timbers and glarp me gobfull face. So archly rapt and rhymed we know all about this fella without understanding a word.
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🤣 Thank you! 🤣
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Love the words you came up with! Flows so well and is fun to read.
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Thank you Carol. It was fun to write too! 😊
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I also want an ooladniv so come for my rescue sometimes
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It may surprise you! 😁
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