The boilig craves gumbled
As the mighty strycoth appeared
From the depths of his growlery
All smithery and affeared.
His fortis opponent stood waiting
With his tropious dagger in hand,
“Fear me you floggerscum strycoth
Let us fight, here and now, beast to man!”
With a mighty crunchdinger the strycoth
Reared up til his horns scratched the sky;
A deafening hubdubba-huldulla
Shrotcottled the man by and by.
“Enough of this brabble you slumflinger!”
Roared the man as he reached for his blade.
With trebendium strength, speed and slashing
The strycoth, at last, had been slayed.
I enjoyed writing this. I have just read it to my 12 YO son; "It's a bit weird , Mum." was his reaction. Well, I think I agree with him there. I coudn't get started on a story with these so tried something completely different!
Now I really must do something about getting started on that list of things to do before term starts. Before that though, wallpaper needs to be stripped from kitchen so enough prevaricating and time for action...