Squididy colors upon the page
By chubby hands of youthful age
Squadly-wox of gleeful sound
With happy smiles the face is crowned
The fridge-box holds the artist’s work
Fields of hue where gringe-men lurk
Toddlers swing on b’rally trees
As berry smudgons stain their sleeves
*Rigorous critique wanted.
Poetry: Write a poem containing at least one neologism—at least one word which you made up. Think about how the word conveys the meaning and feeling you want to convey, in the context of the poem, just by the sound of it, and perhaps by the real words that it sounds like.