The Scoop

In the Murgle time of Galloways
The Truffle-Glumps were fair.
The Polyglots were all gerhoots
And petulance in nose hairs.

The Qualfax found the Olio
But only by a pinch.
And the Glitch of sinister tangle-00
Went crawling by the zlitch.

In later, greater, times, of course,
That Evano, the Ew
Would glatter to his heart's content
In seemingly solemn slew.

However, that was only after
The Heffle Beeswax Gam
That grew into a gaggle
That then simply couldn't ham.

But what I really ought to say, of course,
And what I really mean,
Is that worlds are often tangled
And are rarely what they seem.