When you’re searching for a crupleprat
you have to look beyond the zimblebeam
and walk the willyways and follow turlytats
through wind and rain; see there it gleams
in fur and diamonds, with its spotted skin
rejoice with her, your crupleprat and walk
slowly north and yonder to the rumblebin
sit down a while, drink fumbletee and talk
Leon Bakst
Mish wanted to know a little bit more about the crupleprat and here is a short description. For my own poetry prompt at dVerse
January 13, 2022
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Bravo, sir!! Thank you for clarifying…..or completely confusing me more. Either way, this is great. 🙂
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Love me a Crupleprat. Some time I’ll tell about my Wolverbus.
Please do…
I love this Crupleprat! Superb nonsense made real!
🙂
lovely time with your crupleprat … great invention of new words!
This meets that bar perfectly
Makes me want to get my own crumpleprat! Such a fun poem!
Trying this is beyond me, and far more difficult than it looks! I really am amazed at how it is done…so very well done indeed..
Thank you for expanding. I think I have a Crupleprat living in my Grandma’s old lilac mink coat. Everynow and then her diamonds flash no reason I was able to explain before.
Fumbletee might help locate Crupleprat. Great fun!
Oh, that’s great: I can just picture the Crupleprat now!
Love this .. like a game of “I Spy” !!!
Lewis Carroll would be proud! The Crupleprat is wonderful fun.
A good one! Are you sure that rumblebin is not a bar rather than a tee shop!
i had a crupleprat in my attic once, at night it would sneak down and watch rom-coms on my netflix, unwater all my plants, and eat all my breakfast cereal. i left him a note once, it said “you need to pay rent” and he left me note, it said “you’re out of captain crunch” other than that we had a wonderful relationship
So clever. I still have a grin on my face and these words, made me chuckle out loud “drink fumbletee and talk”
And now I have a huge smile!