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The Isle of Snugglindon
- The Isle of Snugglindon -
On the Isle of Snugglindon, upon the forest floor,
The silly little wugglebugs, are scurrying around.
“Oh, if I only had a brain!” they’ll say once more,
When the silly little bugs, deem to make a sound.
But no one ever hears those wugglebugs at play…
And most ignore the dens they’ll build in summer.
For high above, the mak-mak birds fly, every day,
Saying: “We must mak-mak our nests!” so sure…
And when you hear these birds calling, so loudly,
You might forget those furry rarglesnarfs so close.
As they lumber through the woods, ever proudly,
Hunting for honey in the buzzy trees by the coasts.
“Oh, I am so fierce and furry!” they’ll say to all…
So the bees drop their honeycombs, and fly so far!
The rarglesnarf is delighted to see the prize to fall,
Whilst mother moon laughs, oft tickling every star.
And there: telling woodchuck jokes in the shade…
Of the bigawig tree, sits a wise ancient hermit crab.
He knows the names of every animal as God made,
And he recites them before bed, him slightly mad!
Often pirates like to come to search for a treasure,
But when they say “Arrrgh!” they’ll have to run…
Lest those rarglesnarfs catch them with a pleasure,
To tickle them into revealing: their barrels of rum.
Now the wookisnooks bring whisky and often yell:
“Uz me, uz you!” and sing old wookisnook songs.
The critters drink until they dream after night fell,
Until the ring ringing: of the early morning gongs.
Within the trees, where the gong-ringers still live,
Fur-balls with arms and legs both strong and long.
It is they: who make the whisky that they do give,
To the wookisnooks: in return for a game of pong.
And once every seven moons, to the cry of loons,
The creatures of Snugglindon Isle hold their party.
With stumbles and swoons, and hungry raccoons,
They drink ‘till they drop and eat feasts so hearty!
Where, oh where a navigator might ask himself…
Oh where or wherever is uncharted Snugglindon?
I’ve heard that there lives many an enchanted elf,
On that island, where strange critters dwell upon!
You’ll not find it on maps: nor by taking catnaps,
And certainly it can’t be found by swimming off.
You could swim for laps until all strength it saps,
Or, you could simply ask the average gargleboff!
But since they only live on the isle that you seek,
There is only one way to be certain you’ll arrive.
Why not ask: any child, on any day of the week?
They’ll happily tell you where the critters thrive!
On the Isle of Snugglindon, upon the forest floor,
The silly little wugglebugs, are scurrying around.
“Oh, if I only had a brain!” they’ll say once more,
When the silly little bugs, deem to make a sound.
But no one ever hears those wugglebugs at play…
And most ignore the dens they’ll build in summer.
For high above, the mak-mak birds fly, every day,
Saying: “We must mak-mak our nests!” so sure…
And when you hear these birds calling, so loudly,
You might forget those furry rarglesnarfs so close.
As they lumber through the woods, ever proudly,
Hunting for honey in the buzzy trees by the coasts.
“Oh, I am so fierce and furry!” they’ll say to all…
So the bees drop their honeycombs, and fly so far!
The rarglesnarf is delighted to see the prize to fall,
Whilst mother moon laughs, oft tickling every star.
And there: telling woodchuck jokes in the shade…
Of the bigawig tree, sits a wise ancient hermit crab.
He knows the names of every animal as God made,
And he recites them before bed, him slightly mad!
Often pirates like to come to search for a treasure,
But when they say “Arrrgh!” they’ll have to run…
Lest those rarglesnarfs catch them with a pleasure,
To tickle them into revealing: their barrels of rum.
Now the wookisnooks bring whisky and often yell:
“Uz me, uz you!” and sing old wookisnook songs.
The critters drink until they dream after night fell,
Until the ring ringing: of the early morning gongs.
Within the trees, where the gong-ringers still live,
Fur-balls with arms and legs both strong and long.
It is they: who make the whisky that they do give,
To the wookisnooks: in return for a game of pong.
And once every seven moons, to the cry of loons,
The creatures of Snugglindon Isle hold their party.
With stumbles and swoons, and hungry raccoons,
They drink ‘till they drop and eat feasts so hearty!
Where, oh where a navigator might ask himself…
Oh where or wherever is uncharted Snugglindon?
I’ve heard that there lives many an enchanted elf,
On that island, where strange critters dwell upon!
You’ll not find it on maps: nor by taking catnaps,
And certainly it can’t be found by swimming off.
You could swim for laps until all strength it saps,
Or, you could simply ask the average gargleboff!
But since they only live on the isle that you seek,
There is only one way to be certain you’ll arrive.
Why not ask: any child, on any day of the week?
They’ll happily tell you where the critters thrive!
Published 21st Jan 2016
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13th Feb 2016 9:00am
14th Feb 2016 7:34am
Why thank you, Zoey! I wrote this poem back a long time ago whilst on the Starlite Cafe poetry site... way before I discovered Deep Underground Poetry here. It was intended as a nonsense poem with a strong slant towards it bordering on being a children's poem really, so the cutesy way it has about it was most definitely intentional on my part. So happy that you enjoyed it! Thank you for taking the time to comment and tell me so, too. Much appreciated, my dear! :D
11th Dec 2022 3:03am
Oh hey, this is that one poem that Sibyl told me to check out, she said I'd think it was cute and it really, really is so cute! It reminds of like a crazy combination of Lewis Carroll and Doctor Seuss. I love both lots and lots so you get extra points from me for that. I am going to totally remember some of those nonsense words like wugglebugs, wookisnooks, rarglesnarfs, and Uz-me and Uz-you, and I'm going to teach them to my friends. My real ones and my imaginary ones too! They'll get a kick out of them for sure. I love making up my own words too! Know what my word for a talented lady poet is? Kara. But that doesn't count since it's not made up, it's your name. But that just makes it that much more truer.
11th Dec 2022 9:36am
I was actually quite inspired by both Lewis Carroll and Doctor Seuss when I was writing this poem back when I first penned it. So that is a very good thing to notice about it! That influence. Crazy was the order of the day when I thought this poem up... and you would not believe how many people have found it delightful over the years since. Those were some great words I came up with in this poem, weren't they? It just had such a beautifully childlike vibe to it that I could not resist the urge to use a great many nonsense words and names in it for certain creatures and things. You know what, Chloe? There is nothing wrong with having imaginary friends, even though real ones are way, way better! It just means that you have a very good and healthy imagination is all. Oh thanks, honey! I am happy that you think of me as being so talented. Sometimes I feel a bit down and wonder if my works really do have all that great of an impact on people.... but when I read things like what you wrote, it makes me see that indeed they do. And that makes it all that much more worthwhile to me as a writer and a poet! Your bright and sweet words inspire me to ever greater poetic heights. *Smiles* :D
11th Dec 2022 7:27pm
I knew it! Yeah, this poem is both really great for kids like me, but it also has a lot of depth to it so it's something adults can enjoy too, if only for the humor and silliness of it. Oh, I know that it's okay to have imaginary friends! Mom always tells me that too. Real ones are always definitely better, I totally agree. Kara, I don't just think you're talented, I know you are and that's a fact. Don't feel so down! When we go on the cam in a little while, I'm going to do my very best to cheer you up. Be seeing you soon!
11th Dec 2022 9:23pm
Be seeing you soon, sweetie! I've got my cam set up and waiting, so once you are ready, we can begin our big day together. :D
