The Noppnar
The noppnar sits and wiles away
Every hour of everyday
Trying to be ‘Oh so clever’
By writing tales of great endeavour
But this sad creature’s poor vernacular
Fails to conjure the spectacular
He waffles and grumbles
And thinks he’s superior
As so many others
Are just quite inferior
You’ll know him by sight
If you see him in Grimney
He belches more fumes
than a trollop’s stone chimney
So give him a wide berth
If he passes by
If not spewing up grammar
He’ll spit in your eye!
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