When you’re searching for the crupleprat
you have to look beyond the zimblebeam
and walk the willyways and follow turlytats
through wind and rain; see there she gleams
in fur and diamonds, with her spotted skin
rejoice with her, your crupleprat, walk
slowly north and yonder to the rumblebin
sit down a while, drink fumbletee and talk
and gaze at stars and she may show you where
to find the galaxy named Tumpleskin,
which is the place for planet Bombamare,
a place abundant with her starbound kin.
“In Bombamare” said she, “the streets are gold
and crupleprats wear velveteen and glump;
we dance the brumbala till we get cold,
drink fumbletee and nib from galamump”
And you may stare into her nineteenth eye
and lick her tentacles while wondrin’ why
the sky turned pink, while on your gnarly knees
you rest, say thanks and bid goodbye.
When you’d searched for her the crupleprat
you’d looked beyond the lonesome zimblebeam
and walked the willyways and followed turlytats
but through the wind and rain she’s gone it seems.
Jimmy Ernst
Hello all, today it is Open Link Live at dVerse, where Lilian hosts. I made the choice of expanding my little nonsense poem from last week into epic nonsense.
January 20, 2022
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This is lots of fun, Björn – I enjoyed it!
Epic nonsense, but so much fun. It was wonderful to hear you read this! 😀
If I was brave, I’d choose to read this one at the next LIVE event. I loved the rhythm of it and the happiness it brought to you as you read.
An astonishing set of words, so intricate, and complex to read live…“In Bombamare” said she, “the streets are gold
and crupleprats wear velveteen and glump;
we dance the brumbala till we get cold…….beautiful voice…..
This is exquisitely drawn, Bjorn 😀 I loved hearing you read this tonight at the LIVE session especially; “the streets are gold and crupleprats wear velveteen and glump.”💝💝
I hate it when they disappear before you’ve had your fill of tentacle licking. Best intentional nonsense I’ve encountered in a while BR. Thanks.
What fun! Dr. Suess meets Rudyard Kipling meets Lewis Carroll? Glump really stumped me.
Love the descriptions: 19 eyes and tentacle licking good! 😋
I like the word zimblebeam especially. (K)
Love this, Bjorn! So much fun. I’d like to taste some fumbletee!
follow turleytats….and drink fumble tea. How I LOVE this and even more fun to hear you read it aloud!!!! 🙂
Loved this. It’s not easy to compose a nonsense poem, and yet make some sense out of it.
Ahh another nonsense poem I enjoyed! Cleverly penned,and a lot of fun,I must say! 🙂
Delightful and very creative, Bjorn. You brought a smile to my face with the Lear-like inventions and I especially liked “..you may stare into her nineteenth eye/and lick her tentacles while wondrin’ why..”
Something tells me that image is actually the map to finding the crupleprat.
epic nonsense, indeed Bjorn..great stuff!
What an epic write! Delightful fun, for sure.
you know, i still have one of those in my attic, i sent an exterminator up to deal it, and the crupleprat sent the exterminator back with a pile of dirty laundry and note, it said “take care of this”, so i washed the exterminator on the heavy duty cycle and fired the laundry. this critter has me all turn around and backward… enjoyed your poem
Ha
Who among us has not worn velveteen and glum, or danced the brumbala till we get cold, I ask you.