Nentis Nan, he's my man,
I go do im each chanz I gan.
He sicks me down an creans my teed
Wid mabel syrub, tick an' sweed,
An ten he filks my cavakies
Wid choclut cangy - I tink he's
The graygest nentis in the lan.
Le's hear free jeers for Nentis Nan.
Pip-pip-ooray!
Pip-pip-ooray!
Pip-pip-ooray!
Le's go to Nentis Nan dooday!
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Love this... sounds like someone just came from the dentist.
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Made-up
I love how tis poem is basically fake words, yet it makes perfect sence. It also fits together easily and has awesome language -
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Try imagining someone reciting this poem whilst sat in a dentist's chair and with the dentist's fingers in their mouth.
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