Summary
I wrote The Wolvenblauer while writing reference documentation and testing several scrolling and display properties. I needed some loose content that took up space, and was tired of using Lorem Ipsum.
Obviously, the suggestive nature and language would make this a terrible example for general public consumption, so I never used it.
Later on, I emailed it to a friend and asked what they thought, and they brushed it off with an oh, it's pretty obvious what this means.
I got a kick out of that because it's really just a Jabberwocky-like poem of nonsensical statements that happen to fall together into a suggestive context.
That, and the sporadic use of profanity.
A wolvenblauer cometh - prickly-down yum yum.
I say, a wolvenblauer cometh - prickly-down yum.
Afraid be not you said I way back by
An eiderdown softly-frought tree
Whilst feasting on the num-num-jubs
That the wolvenblauer feeds
Ye pith-funked ant mounds
Nestled in cherry-bosomed blossoms
Of the wiled and wilted wish-worn weeds
Sloop and swindle yon auburn-frothy oak's leaves
And we could not be afraid
In Gaia's lavish vectrocity.
Ride in mommy Nigh's wakeful blase-blissy scream dream
Broccoli nightmare of chamber-chanting magnum laize
"Mummy, mummy, mum-yum" - fear-rocking beams
Present sweet tidings and cornucopia grubs
Of noony chuma-lum-lums and num-num-jubs
Covered with the crusty sanctified dew-muddied crud
With facetiously lacquered and gleaming shucks
Unfortunate we sucked to savor nigh's slick muck
And razed our united sanguine cataclysmic effigy
To sedate and satiate our wild joony-joon croons
Sweaty daddy-da bum-bum-bumps mommy Nigh
Loosens the wolvenblauer with sweaty growls and sweaty sighs.
The wolvenblauer cometh - horneting gummy gumdrop
See only fricasseed onion-like cry-crybaby starshine
Bat those smarmy twinkle-blinky fairies from your eyes
"Fucking little bitches,"
Your flippant nostril-crusty voice cries
"Lumpy coal-breast", the dappled dumpling-lover proclaimed
A pretentious song of maidenhood-ripe squawks in halo-gumdrop rain
The wolvenblauer cometh - lanky-naked crab monkey clingies
A ferocity ensemble of Hades' night train hand baskety weavy-weavy goods.
Hall monitor of coy countenancers daring to fickle-finger Fate's fabled sins
Lest I, your humble narrator, unconfuse you
Consider bitch be his or hers of star crossed lovers.
Fetch the nip for a frisk-freaky kitty litterbox tingling meow session
Wanton fiber bristles coalesce in peripheral raked flakes
We've only been mud-fucking, a wolvenblauer to each other.