The Craggy No-Kish

The bold Lummie Low met K. Kiddle Day
In the craggy Nantucket No-Kish.
He tipped his high hat and ventured to say:
"Please hand me the kinketo-vish."

Then K. Kiddle glared and drew a step nigher,
And thundered: "What is it you wish ?"
And he swung his great club and curbed not his ire,
And extended the kinketo-vish.

Then Lummie emitted an audible smile,
As he stared at the kinketo-vish;
And his mad, moaning wail went many a mile
Through the caves of the craggy No-Kish.

And he cringed as his cry quivered sharp through the wold,
For, ah, what was the kinketo-vish?
Oh, with joyous chagrin be the tale boldly told:
'Twas a creepy, uncanny Quobish.

The two glowered and fought for the kinketo-vish,
And cemented their friendship that day,
As all through the caves of the craggy No-Kish
There sounded the joy of the fray.