When sporgles spanned the floreate mead
And cogwogs gleet upon the lea,
Uffia gopped to meet her love
Who smeeged upon the equat sea.
Dately she walked aglost the sand;
The boreal wind seet in her face;
The moggling waves yalped at her feet;
Pangwangling was her pace.
From: http://funny-poems.edigg.com/Nonsense/UFFIA.shtml
Date: ?1877
By: Harriet R. White (?-?)
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