Uffia by Harriet R. White

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 (?-?)