The Quangle Wangle’s back

The Quangle Wangle’s back!
On top of the Crumpetty Tree
The Quangle Wangle sat
With all the creatures who came to see
His wonderful Beaver hat

Whilst his hat was a 102 feet wide
With ribbons and bibbons on every side
With bells and buttons and loops and lace
It soon became too crowded a place
For all the creatures their who set up their home
Poor Quangle Wangle was never alone

And from the flute of the blue baboon
There came but the sound of a single tune
Night after night he continued to play
And more and more creatures turned up to stay

Like the Bibble Bobble with the Wobbly Tooth
And the Snook with the Crooked Back
and the Hairy Stoat and the Three Toed Sloth
And the one eyed Yorkshire Yak

All of them came to skip and play
And this carried on for a year and a day

Until a stinky-winkler-beazle-bub fly
Flew past and landed nearby
Now the stinky winkler beazle bub fly
Carries a smell that brings tears to the eye

And high in the crumpetty tree
The smell of this fly made the QuangleQuee cry
Tears tickled his nose and he started to sneeze
He sneezed so hard he blew the leaves off the trees
Which upset the orient calf, from the land of tute
Who knocked over the blue baboon who broke his flute
Who tripped up the pobble who’s got no toes
Who stepped on the dongs’ poor luminous nose
Who sat on the small Olympian bear
Who suddenly wished he wasn’t there

Only the three toed sloth remained aloof
Although it was he who in truth
Had knocked out the Bible bobbles’ wobbly tooth

And so because of a single stinky winkler beazle bub fly
All the creatures had to say “good-bye”
To the Quangle Wangle Quee

Who, drying his eyes in the Crumpetty Tree
Said:

“Mmm – Peace at last – and more jam, jelly and bread for me!”.

© Rob Hann

With suitable acknowledgement to Edward Lear

Hello Rob, I am fascinated that the source of your inspiration was the nineteenth-century author, poet, and painter Edward Lear. I wanted to know whether you could speak to the development of the characters in your own poem?