down in tinkly dell erratic heffers gambol pissed from windfall quince tranquil chaos rains solar moon bewildered shrubberies tired armies retire benevolent anarchy rules sentimental clocks warble hogs go truffle rummaging lepidoptera go with
Yes, why not indeed
Have a wee toddle,
a wibbly-wobble
down the mazy lane,
plunge bracken scrub,
scrump wild fruit groves,
traverse the waterfall,
crawl gasping up arid scree,
clasp hard the giant beanstalk,
peruse the pristine chili pot,
achieve the cavernous outhouse,
home to venerable shallots,
gargantuan sardonic rats,
cold war veterans,
the battered legless Chippendale,
and Billy Smart’s
unfoldable deckchairs
Grimbeau 