To Dance Upon a Dambling Morn

Third place in the NONSENSE Contest. A nonsensical poem about two lovers.

To Dance Upon a Dambling Morn

To dance upon a dambling morn
Or sing flayn angels' florus
To pramble on the meadow's path
Neath golden sun's implorus -

We met in brilded blossom there,
With love's gloriant phain
Parazeled lovers without care
Who streat the stars in vain.

And dance alide and sing we did,
From morning's pilt til night,
With angels flayn and stars abow,
Forading heaven's light.