The Crumstung Crudger 

When swerving twang, the skrudget rode
On rumbling whetfinch grobe,
There came a crumbstung crudger
Through the midst, o’er twisting skrobe
He skrinched on through, that grappling stew
Of whimbling, drambling dew.
Where fife he sold, and bode stool rolled
With crumbstung crudger sproo.