Description

He wore a tink tank top
Toggled as normal
Whispered as blind
He tore a nice schnoggle
And the blitters were fine with him
He wore a blintz blind poggle
Some bin biffered pants
And a shortle that accented his eyes
But it was the bliblepin that truly set him apart
It was three inches wide and four inches long
Skin as floffle as bawn
His nose was as high as his inch was long
And when he swallowed all you could hear was the boffle
He was a wide sort of chap, yet three times long
You could say he was dimensionally challenged
But I say he was a work of art, no matter how you bloffle
His intentions were always blime though his works toffle
You couldn't fault him for being obscure
With a name like Flifflefloff
He wore a wig of blintz blance blind
Really more blaff than bloffle
But he was keen as a hair piece
That he toggled as normal
Some thought him rather noffle nawp
Others thought him lorm de lime
No matter which, he continued to flaff fliffer his way
But nobody said he was flawn
Oh no nobody said he was flawn
He was a simple man yet quite complex
Some found his manner flounder
Others found him mix de mor
But no one could account for his bliblepin
It was too much yet too little
Sometimes when his biffered pants shortled him
He would tink and not tot
Women would worfle and why
With a name like Flifflefloff
But they liked his schnoggle
Even though he was a wide sort of chap yet three times long
They could tell he was dimensionally challenged
Some were rather flawn by his manner
And drawn by his blime and toffle
But he didn't know what to say as he baffled away
He hid in a bloffle when he was feeling less than blaff
And then he would blorn and not blern
But he was a blerf of arc
Oh yes.  He was my blerf of arc.

Denis Streeter   3/2/15