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,” he chuffled.

“Don’t be scrightened a me!

Hi’m ’armless – an I’m legless

Weven though I ’ave three!”

 

She chaughed in jelightment,

Asked if he’d drinkled gave.

“Polly cosh no!” he gruntled,

“But me legs won’t behave!”

 

“I’ve been attrying to dance,

Me feep can’t keep pace.

Please come teach me to fogtrot,

I’m all over the place!”

 

Mollie chunkled and griggled

As she danced along

Jostily with the glopsnork

Who sang a prilly song.

 

She saw what the promble was,

Every dance there could be

Was meant for two legged folk

Not a glopsnork with three!

 

She could struct him where to put

His left leg then his right

But that one in the middle

Made a guffy sight.

 

She didn’t like to say so,

His moodings could be hurt

She made up steps for three legs

Then found herself one short!

 

When she had to leave him there

He was a-caper still,

She hopes she can retunder

And chaugh another thrill.