“What’s a kerfluffle?”
“It’s a two-pocket duffle.”
“What’s a kersniff?”
“It’s a triple horned whiff.”
“What’s a kerfly?”
“It’s a sort of blue pie.”
“What’s a kerhonk?”
“It’s a loud bing-bonk.”
“What’s a kermuddle?”
“It’s a big brown puddle.”
“What’s a kerdink?”
“It’s a sour green drink.”
“What’s a kerdoodle?”
“It’s a loud yellow poodle.”
“What’s a kerplunk?”
“It’s a striped pink skunk.”
“What’s a kersplat?”
“It’s a seven-legged cat.”
“What’s a dingbat”?
“Now that’s enough of that or the kersniffs and kersplats will come take your hats and leave with a loud kerhonk! Now relax, go to sleep while I drink my kerdink, and shut up that lousy kerdoodle!
I love you, goodnight,” he shut off the light and grabbed up his big brown kerfluffle.
Submitted: April 07, 2018
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A great imaginative write, Charlotte.
Sun, April 8th, 2018 8:05pm