By request, I'm putting up a new double dactyl challenge. Only this time, no higgledy-piggledy cop-outs. Your nonsense word must have some bearing on the subject of the poem. Here's my example, written when my youngest grandson showed up in the wrong century.
Y2K Nursery Rhyme
Calendar-schmalendar!
Harrison Taylor, boy;
special delivery,
ready or not!
Downloaded yesterday,
neo-millennial.
Doctors don't always know
diddly squat.
Carol
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