It came out in a burst, so I knew it was right.

Just Fragments, Sir

The night was all struby

flekky and cream

with whimmy little barbs

i stayed up late

bellyache all shoovy and mean

i know you thought of me

too zinny and straight

then you forgate

so, so mean

i was a flimsy dream

the night was still struby

zettled by vizzy little jabs

shoovy so cruel

I cry

so crimpy 

you know i love you

(I saw this wonderness at work...it's a Lewis Carroll Jabberwocky thing.)