The Greater Falarkian Krun

The Greater Falarkian Krun
ate the slome he spun.
Sitting in his Falarkian manger brew
he let his emotions stew
He rheemed up his sabby-spuck
and totaled all the worst luck
of all the little children,
that was in the proon monsters web
...stuck.

He lit the cauldron of doogy Spens
and gazed from his J'kr lens
To see the what his future would hold...

Far off in the sands of time
He saw his demise and societies' decline
And wrote down its finality in his
proto Degreskian Molo of Ferhine.

Pleased as punch
he ate his lunch
and strolled of to find where,
or when,
he left his packet of smolli-gronoldiborry crunch.