I wrote this one for a poetry workshop. The assignment was to write a non-sensical poem, but it makes all too much sense in light of our current political situation.
All Hail the Pandersquat Along the grundle vodamen slither, sprickety sprocks shroud 'neath the gobblespot and hippity hocks flee the pandersquat passing ghastly as the hoopsnot wither. Rising snuffle thumps have drawn him hither to hoop, holler and blither garblesnot. His bangles and boogles dangle goldrot, drop the yorsier folk in a dither. But one spartled sprocklet towers and truths: “Mister pandersquat,” she upstarts, “your aur snuffles the vermest. Scour that squawker.” “What gespittle and guspah,” he retooths. With crowdly hurrah the vodaman corps sprangle the spree sprocklet off to slaughter. ©2017 Kenneth W. Arthur