Weeehah!
So,turned down by the Bodelian huh?Well IN YER FACE BODELIAN! I made the ENQUIRER!
And fer the benignfit of those too mean or sqeamish to lash out the creds,heres the hole pome in its rich bright glittered fulness.
'Twas the night before my colonoscopy
Dimpsey turned her frost hoared cheek,the sun was waning quick
A day of bells like meter jingles,mid deep bethpage rough so slick
All my woods snuggled soft,and wearing ribboned hoods
Next and mingled to iron,wedge,nay all my golfing goods
I strolled replete,I walked in jaunty step I did,
And thus engaged,did not see,where bigfoot he had hid
Aye passed he by with ne'er a nod,nor felt his breath against my cheek
Wandered on feckless I,tootled by and past the 17th creek
From on high,yes in the scented sky I watched a starbright glow
Sun now bid his last goodbye,ball filled brook beside me now did flow
To all the world no such pleasure could ever fill
Nor my joy at a 32,could nothing ever kill
But hark! a noise disturbs my tranquil wander
Turning deft a shadow fleets,and sudden causes me to ponder
Quickened pulse now matched by step,I hurry time apace
In the trees a welcome light,I feel the glow upon my face
Turning thus my senses rare,I tramp heavy 'cross the green
Heading urgent fast and quick,away from what I thought I'd seen
I passed a twisted spider,its last bad putt its sentance there
Stuck for all the world,inside a rabbit warren lair
I dare not tarry and hurry by,that light glowing blue
I step across the foxgloves,to where I have no clue
Mildewed balls underfoot,lost long before my time
Glowered trees spiked and sad,far from looking fine
Still behind I hear that swish,like ding missed 50 shot
And furthermore,the footsteps,into mine they seem to slot
Now the heaving throws of something large,breaking twigs at will
I fear the more,for being short,I fancy I have little blood to spill
Tripping here and stumbled much,I final reach that light
Not the keewah rental,nor anything so nice,I screaming sense my plight
A humming now,surround sound awful 'pon the ear
A light so hot,I feel my skin,I feel it start to sear
Oh Lor for me!Oh who can save me now,I'm done
Fearing crispy crittered Liz,ere before the rise of next days sun
And in the tumult in the toss,a voice so sonorous loud
Hacking slash right behind,above me shimmering misty cloud
Shapes that whisper in my sight,and fuse as if all one
To my knees I fall,find a golfers bag,to crash my head upon
That voice again uncommon deep,yet something in it tolls
I quickly flash zapruda lens,and think of grassy knolls
It spake my name,I'm sure of that,tho' fuzzed and crackled so
I hear in mighty tone,it telling bigfoot that he must away and go
Bigfoot turns,yelling fear,and in his turn he makes a wind,just like a fan
And I look up this Christmas eve,to my saviour,Yancy Can
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Lizziex