Originally Posted by pdurrant
"O freddled gruntbuggly
Thy micturations are to me
Like plurdled gabbleblotchitss on a lurgid bee
"Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes.
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!"
That should have seen off the competition.
That was actually quite lovely. The metaphors flowed well.
But I've not been chased away, and I now have the win. However, I must anti-work on my poetry quality.