Nathanael Miller, 23 Oct. 2016
Twiddle dee dee and fiddle hee hee
Who doesn’t love some drunk poetry?
Nonsensical words are all for the birds
As the wine in my head says hyflurosted!
I make up some sounds that frytittle astound
An offer a pound for some piddle aground!
I’ll go to the fuzz and sing shingle because
An alcohol buzz has fydiddle pea-duz!
It’s a dark night and I’m buzzing delight
Off the few drinks that give me such sight!
So the does the wine flow and the voices do go
On through a frantabulous night by lovely moon light!
Seesaw and teehaha says my dear old meemaw
As the snarkledards color the leaves in their claw!
Sobriety is not for me and alcohol was my key
To frandlesnap and dandlebap a little drunk poetry!
Sparks1524 
In order to be considered an actual poem in the English language, I believe that at least 2/3 of its words must be actual words as defined by the Dictionary and I am not sure if your prose here comply’s with that technical standard, then again I am not drunk (right now). I shall re-evaluate under more appropriate conditions.
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