In the land of Scroodleflump, nothing works how you think.

Gruddles live in bongalodes, grass is the brightest pink.

Gruddles are slith and lanky, covered in purple fur,

Their bongalodes wood-built, when they’re sad they purr.

Mr. and Mrs. Gruddle are most stranculiar.

They scrunge and gruff about, their sproglet is Tulia.

Tulia has a stropple in the muddle o...

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Mollie was a brilly girl,

She got a starky fright

When she met the glopsnork

One moony twankled night.

Did it really chancey do?

Or did it dreamy blur?

Mayhaps she was transpuddled

To a beachy sclur.

He stood uplong on three legs,

Sporting a whishy tail,

Droopy ears and a huge nose,

A grin that couldn't fail.

“Jello girlie,...

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