The Tale of the Fuguepie Fiend
At the edge of the Cracklejack Woods,
near the shores of Icebrink Sea,
greet the lair of the Fuguepie Fiend
that grumpty, chewsy, mean thing.
Near the shores of Icebrink Sea,
strange shadows prowl in the forest
when the sun fades into the trees.
Greet the lair of the Fuguepie Fiend,
as he skulks and he snorts in the air
huddled high in those treetops so dark
That grumpty, chewsy, mean thing,
the horrid, the wretched, the foul,
the beast that none living has seen.
Follow these rules:
- Today's prompt, use any and as many as you want of the following jabberwocky words: cracklejack, icebrink, fuguepie, chewsy (yes, spelled that way. You can have the word mean whatever you think it should mean)
- Publish so that the date stamped is April 18th with only one stamp-date
- Tag with MP2012
- Publish to Mindful Poetry (and other groups as you wish)