Our Fictionary (Poetry)

They didn’t exist
till written down now
each comical twist
amusing just how
some made-ups will stick

We’ve pages of words
blunders invented
a list of absurds
therein presented
literally thick

Typos we’ve noted
when checking a draft
giggled and quoted
as thumpingly daft
half-nonsense sounds slick —

Smell snuppets of fun
atome all our own
end only the one
rough cosy home-grown
to blowse — funger-flick

on wot afternuns
in the plotting shad
porched on impty buns
boots dovered in mad
Fund spictacles — quick!