PIDDLE of SPLOD

LLanTwitt of PRUNEDANGLING

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Twas a night of dinge and
blandage
Upon the piano
in a bandage
a plonker and his dudelsack
Beneath their fumed a
fearful lather
fuelled by twiglets and
cheap lager
crimplene twinged the
night away
until the pate of Max Geldray
hove toward the jazz astray
amid suburban clucking
first gingerly then blondely
and ultimately puce
crept then thundered mightily
the quill and horncaboose

wafts and plings
around the ether

A humble twinge for the
life-saver,poet and very
silly humanitarian Milligna.