Morfing Piddle

I was going to blog, but i've had to wait so long for a computer i dont have time coz i have to go teach piano to the cutest little 7 year ever.
All i wanted to say today was that blogging, will now be known as 'getting my blog on'.
Also, i wanted to tell the Biscuit Club just how much i love them, thankyou so much for asking me to be an honourary member, thankyou for the hugs, the friendship & the ice cream. Living in B1 wouldn't be half as fun without you all downstairs in B0... I LOVE YOU!!!!

And lastly, one of my latest works:
MORFING PIDDLE.

Celespate this worfing droof,
tis shaldy mand in tidding foo.
Caulding a meep for Lenter's Rot
In Nankta Shifty's Sauld-a-lot.
He sint a span, a tordal one,
with Drinty Fidey Shangleton.
But letting a spite to Bandy Fane,
They set aloof for Jordy Cane.
Night compride on Lectum bine,
and swashing sone asorlam climb
But akrunken fab alofty fell!
Acrack amid the splittling shell.
Drinty Fidey flooked alon,
and lefty-right he staggly ron.
Dward he banged to the flickling heap,
and Drinty banged at Shifty's feet.
"Oh-Warty aid are Rotsy's churd!
O-Fliv are past are polly merd"
And Fetchty did, Rotslofty cam,
D'arty Lord shawk arty fam.
And the morfing of this piddling noo,
Flivdy pee, wocrack theedoo.