Utterly Ridiculous

It really helps at times

We all know sometimes. Kids know at all times. There are times when the only thing to do is to be utterly ridiculous. So let me ask you a question

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO DIPPIDUMSPLAT?

Have you ever been to Dippidumsplat?

I know it’s a lipickulous name.

In many ways it’s just like here,

but somehow it’s not quite the same.

When the sun comes up in Dippidumsplat,

all the boos go doodle moo.

Whirtles hurtle from their nests

and squails slithersloop through the dew.

All day long you’ll see jelliphants

wobbling along the tracks,

huwmpy jammels and wonky honks,

With cuckoo clocks on their backs.

Please watch out for the chocodiles

that blubble and bloop in the mud,

snd stay away from the giant squirms

that would squddle you if they could.

You’ll hear splutterflies and grumblebees

fuzzling around in the flowers

and spy flubby little fatterbills

flootling away the hours.

On the mountain tops there are rollerbears

rumbling through snow-slurps and rocks,

and the famous giant white micicles,

in their flop-hats and rhubarb-hair socks.

What I like best in Dippidumsplat

are the two-toed tinpanchees,

the chattering chunkies and blobby blaboons

blumbling around in the trees.

You ask, are there people in Dippidumsplat?

Well, not many, but maybe a few.

Just flipsy-dips dancing to diddle tunes

and you might met a poddling or two.

Somebody once saw a snickerly snitch,

or at least that’s what they said.

But it could just have been a nicey-squeam

With a sugar bowl on its head.

When it gets dark in Dippidumsplat,

the prowly howl soops and toots,

and flopsy flossums come out to play

with bright-eyed candiboots.

Softly, softly, the bushy-mat splats

and shadowy shuffaloes creep,

while in their lairs the grizzly pears

noddle off to sleep.

What? You’ve never heard of Dippidumsplat?

You’ve never been there you say?

Well, you might just find it one of these days.

It’s not very far away.