The Noppnar


The noppnar sits and wiles away

Every hour of everyday

Trying to be ‘Oh so clever

By writing tales of great endeavour

But this sad creature’s poor vernacular

Fails to conjure the spectacular

He waffles and grumbles

And thinks he’s superior

As so many others

 Are just quite inferior

You’ll know him by sight

If you see him in Grimney

He belches more fumes

than a trollop’s stone chimney

So give him a wide berth

If he passes by

If not spewing up grammar

He’ll spit in your eye!