Scranus came drifting through crooked thunder

With a scrow in his pocket and sideways wonder

Ow channis bells in the pale green haze

Ticked slow through the wobbling maze

Scranus muttered through whispering air

“Where in the looping worlds is Schmagighi there?”

Then the tall grass leaned toward a humming bog

Where the oo chadi were whispering in the fog

Through dim blue lightning and tilted sky

Scranus turned slow and Schmagighi walked by

Schmagighi wore boots made of thunder and chalk

With a crooked umbrella that refused to talk

oo channas spiraled through quiet air

While a thoughtful goose adjusted her stare

Scranus blinked once at the zigzaggy view

Said “oo oo Skranus… who are you?”

Schmagighi laughed in a skipping delay

And the scrowbells drifted away

Scranas winds started bending the road

While Alchannis rattled a sideways code

Oo Oo channis dancers climbed ladders of glue

And the oo janus wandered in crooked shoes

Scracanus thunder rolled low through the plain

oo scranus voices hummed soft in refrain

The long bent road started curling again

Through Scranas valleys and channas wind

Skranus whispers drifted in rings

While Alchannis tuned invisible strings

Scranus and Schmagighi stepped into the spin

Where the looping night thickened within

Oo oo channis murmurs rolled over the sky

oo channas drifting quietly by

And the moon said slowly with crooked delight

Scranus and Schmagighi begin the night

So the road bent backwards through silent sky

Scranus said softly oo oo why

Schmagighi winked at the scrow in the dark

And the strange old universe

started again