Flimflam

‘Twas gleamish in the land of Flimflam,
Where shimmer-shadows swayed,
And there did bound the Zogblot proud,
Through gumdrop groves, he strayed.

With a teapot head all polished bright,
And feet like a duck’s bold flippers,
His kangaroo body sprung with glee,
Past giggleberry drippers.

In leaps, he went to the Wobble Tree,
Where squeaky bananas grew,
With giggling jam, he gobbled them down—
A feast for one so true.

On a dappled Tuesday rife with cheer,
The Great Puddle called his name—
A lake of swirling lemonade,
With marshmallows aflame.

There sung a choir of jellybeans,
Their voices sharp and shrill,
While Zogblot watched in dazzled awe,
As the world grew stranger still.

From peppermint ’neath the towering sprout,
Popped Squibber, all agog,
With three keen eyes and a twitching tail
That played tunes fit for a fog.

“Come, friend!” cried Squibber, “Let us play!”
And Wibble-Wobble commenced;
One-footed hops, with pineapples tossed—
The challenge grew intense!

They danced and twirled ’neath silver moons,
As bowler-snails drew near,
Sir Slimebottom with riddles grand
To test their cunning cheer:

“Why does the rainbow snatch a hat,
To wear at night’s first glance?”
“To twirl and whirl in glee unfurled
At the grand spaghetti dance!”

Oh, Zogblot’s laugh rang out in peals,
And Squibber’s tail played true,
As laughter drifted down the moors,
Where dreams in wobbles flew.

Then dawn brought songbirds Tickle-Tockle,
With chirps, hoots, twills, and trills,
And Candyfloss Flowers swayed in bloom
O’er sugar-sprinkled hills.

When a portal shimmered forth anew,
With colors wild and strange,
Zogblot leapt in—his heart ablaze
For sights beyond his range.

The Land of Wubblewinks unfurled,
With cloud beds soft and sweet,
And gumdrop leaves in whisper-trees
Where rainbow sparkles meet.

There buzzed the Wubblewinks in flight,
With faces bright and fair,
They twirled him round to Queen Luminara,
Of wings beyond compare.

A Festival of Whimsy grand
Filled skies with gleam and light,
Where fizzy drinks sent hearts aloft,
And shoes turned colors bright.

In parades, he rode on llamas bold,
With stardust like a crown,
Confetti spun like comet tails,
Through blue and purple down.

At last, the portals called him back,
To Flimflam’s hills once more,
With marshmallow turtle and crown of stars
He danced through the evening’s door.

’Twas gleamish in the land of Flimflam,
And magic filled the air,
For in his heart, Zogblot did know,
Such wonders hid everywhere.