like this could make you go blind.
Can you find the awkward word
Before your eyes get sore and blurred?
The Vermeskin' Juddleflizzy by Blair
Last Febrember mum did say;
"I hope that you're not busy,
'cause if you're not, go out and slay
That vermeskin' Juddleflizzy."
Fragoobleized, I flooped in shock
And gippled in surprise.
Puntunctiously I optilocked
As I stazed into her eyes.
"Grimblegroobers? Piece of cake!
Greduffalonts; a breeze!
I eat them both at breakfast
With toast and melted cheese.
But JUDDLEFLIZZIES?! Don't be daft!
It'll have me morgandurgled!
It'll crickle, spoitle, moich and splurt me
Then have me oinklesplodged and churgled!"
"Don't be lazy, glympy boy,
And don't neglifft your chores.
Besides, you ought to go outside;
It's healthier outdoors."
So like the fwippy lad I was
I did as I was told.
I was of course obedient
At only eight years old.
I clad myself with all my mungle
And troofted through the town
To the Jigadigoobley Jungle
As the townsfolk vult me down.
I tringed a path with schtoops and chops
Seeking the devastructious beast
But found only venzileripops
And some snurking stripsnak trees.
Within about six donkey's hours
I lotused in a clearing.
While sitting there in silence
I sensed the schnipster nearing...
BOOM-SHAKALAKA! CRRKDOOSH-CRACK! ROARRRRR!
The horpetrifibubble Juddleflizzy had me pinned against the floor!
The gharish, ghastly gnorpleschnak,
The humunganormous puffle
And I, with Kung-Fu valour
Fought the skipple to kerfuffle!
I was strimped across the undergrowth,
He bore horns and spines and claws and sting
And tusks and teeth,
But I, I had not anything!
It pounces flaring every frill!
I swaked from underneath my kilt
A Gnazourx axe with double hilt
To have that Juddleflizzy killed!
All within a microsecond
I saw the Juddleflizzy's mug,
The snoofy nuffler, then I reckoned,
Would skwirk if it just got a hug.
I dropped my axe and stretched my arms
And muppled up the beast with love,
Whispifying, slooked with charm,
“No hard feelings, bruv.”
Grimblegroobers? Piece of cake!
Greduffalonts; that's easy!
I share them both at breakfast
With my pet Juddleflizzy.
A Man of Letters by Brian
“S N-E 1 N ?”
“Who is it?”
“L-X-&-R. I M N D L-F-8-R.”
“Och, it’s great to see you again. Come on, on, on, on in.”
“F U R B-C I-L 1 O-A”
“No, I always have time for you, Alexander. Come in and look at these new beetles of mine.”
“N-6? R U X-M-N-N N-6? I 8 N-6”
“They’re just a bunch of harmless beetles. Come here and have a wee look.”
“O I C”
“Yes, aren’t they very interesting?”
“O S”
“I’ve been studying the blue beetle and the yellow beetle. Which beetle do you like?”
“L-O. S, E S D 1 2 C”
“Turn it over and look at all the little legs.”
“O! X-L-N. L-O N-6, I C U.”
“If you enjoy looking at these insects, maybe you’ll be interested in seeing my new pet?”
“S. S. S. O I M N X-T-C.”
“Calm down Alexander, if you get too excited you might scare it away. But you have to guess what it is first.”
“I N O.”
“Come on, guess.”
“N-6?”
“No. Bigger than
