The Pallid Man

It was a vermisulant morning
At least it was when it was dawning
When a bander blessant storming
Flashed around my aching head.

Before me stood a wisened
Albeit fatuously prisened
Man whom I would have surmisend
From his pallor should be dead.

The man did then begin
With his fingers deathly thin
To osticulate and grin
And try to order me about.

Well I am not ashamed to say
Even on the gritched day
That my drabutatious way
Made me give the man a clout.

He didn’t seem to like it
And he uttered heridiket
Sending me into a Groll pit
Which is where it once began.

So after struggle, fight and toil
Once my blood and flesh had boiled
I keruptuously broiled
And landored the pallid man.

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This is inspired by Lewis Carroll's nonsense poems, in which he invented words that hinted their meaning - some of which since became real words. I like the idea so I've tried a similar thing.