Recently I have been noting down the spam-slamming code "words" that confront one on some blogs, for some have amused me and the thought arose that with enough to choose from they might naturally fall into a nonsense rhyme of some sort. Then I found that one of two optional challenges set by Revolutionary Revelry for this week's Poetry Bus involved a search for the etymology of one's name and the writing of a poem relating to it. My name, as it happens, derives from Early English and, yes, the cadoodling code words looked and sounded every bit as Anglo Saxon as nonsense - or so I thought. So if you will excuse my (very basic) Anglo Saxon, here is my offering:
Nistram Cyning unmolers his stiessen
in the pheersch heete of the sunne.
Jectigging akrost the skiiy, a skryhork
ovvamann, he phlabbifibbles hisswae
to Trigoch Chlestivvi wharr is Scornordold Horll.
Cyning, fust muddller of linnieaal names,
weel mackhisselv King, as I am King,
for from the Early English Cyning
cummes King - promo
tingim from Tribal Leader
to be krounedd in Scornordold Horll,
wharr is lerkynd to this tyme the menny gosts
of Nistram and his dishprate ckrewe.
I have tried to use only the security "words" I came across and small words, prepositions and the like. I have not been entirely successful in that and have had to raid modern English for "Tribal", for "leader", "Early English" and for "King". "Cyning", of course is the odd one out - it is genuinely Old English. Occasionally I have conflated two shorter "words" to make a longer one.