It couldn't keep is smidgens on because they were so twarled.
It murkined this way and then that, and jimped the stippins higher
And then it flipped all quangly-goo in a situation dire.
With one leg round the zittering pole and the other all akimbo
It's mifties pinched its grobbin wags! He really was in limbo!
'Hang plonky!' cried it's friend the Squamp 'Then do a little snoff!
If you really do that hard enough I'm sure that they'll fall off!'
And, sure, enough, the smidgens fell, but they landed in a clest
And so the Flipsical walked home clad only in its vest!