Neologistic Hope
Once arbored were the forestels Where forest elves unharbored floated Batwing sail and camponed bell With wind-beleaguered hope. Still all unhappenstancied now Their broken walls unbowered loated Maddened slime’s besleetitch plow Of city-streeted slope. Oh, flit again beleafed and fly Beneath that winter-bitten sky Where flutter-byted bittern cried We’ll bind a better tope When arbored once again our slope With camponing rehopes our now Besleetitch plow all under-toped To mind our best renown.