The Goldenest Rule
If wizzles were snizzles and sniffles were snu,
remembring disembling could crucify you.
Right off with your headers from youlder to yawl,
conundrumming slumbering dally-ma-dawl.
Your sigh at the sight of the sniggling snoud
(those pointers who jointedly sniggle out loud)
would freezingly fry every inchy blood blue,
confoundingly pounding most tempest review.
Tough hangingly banging, behindedly left,
for sinnerly winners, woe-gonely bereft,
no solacing somberment, salvingly spread
could smather the lather of dumb numbing dread.
But then! in the stinklingest inkling around,
your off-headed dreadies warp wildly, unwound
flat out at a speed, seeding dust in the wind,
while sigh-sounding cruciform grudgingly grinned.
Last word-stuttered utter on pawllish parade,
“Surcease such secreting of wizz-snizzled splay!”
The course moralled madly must babblingly be:
Do tutu allothers as theydo to me.