"The Graceful Hogelnick!"

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"The Graceful Hogelnick!"
 
I find it in my brandelbridge
intotonne degree,
it's here next to my Hogelnick,
longwhide I think to add.
Fear ov'r de huods and through de qivv'r
I still woude like to see,
unt sere you sway, where else I say,
I got it from my dad.
 
So hush your silly commentents,
though you hode and aued,
a Hoglenick commenst tu auld,
sweet and loung haired men.
'tis not a thing to dru or coo
in the huarls of gaude,
it ain't naslut dain ont tur kneeds
no youse ye never bien?
 
So winke de huods and ov'r de qivver,
standup spridly strueng,
throwout yer erms embrase wottles
raise yer tersail quick;
though often it begins so blandge,
latter shows the bloom
and capture it without rancor,
commends Sir Phogelrick.

Then sail 'er grund, and sail 'er grund,
now you skave de kie,
upon the oceans without sound,
on the silent sea.
Now all you need is stiffstuck blair,
wipe the good cowlick,
then sail'em all with him in hand,
"The Graceful Hogelnick."
 
 
Erthona
 
©2015

Hi, Dale, I've been enjoying this. I started with google, giving it up after Danish then Swahili came up.
While from the beginning the shift from nostalgia to spirited encouragement was clear, the more I read the more the words take on a life of their own.

I had been reading it as boat and sea but today it seemed to be about your dick and the nonsense made moresense.

As I'm still not sure how to say intotonne, it is hard to get started on a critique. So I'm wondering why you placed it here, more reads?

I particularly like "in the huarls of gaude" because I think of both gaudiness and gods, the mix is vey Pan-like and fun, and "embrase wottles" because wottles is such a stopper on the line and then a funny image.

So, thanks for posting this, it's growing on me.