Eloise Emerald's Adventures In The Grass, Book 3

So fearsome frog, thanatomanic & flippant flies,
plus our foxhaired heroine, were all hoicked up by
ankle-fankle hamstringing Ludo's volant liberty.

Weeze accordioned by the wrench, but holding fast
to rescue Dodo from pond's sepia grasp,
tho' other tongue-towed captor, Cribbage - on the cusp

of turd-tarsied brunch - proved as limpet-
like thru turfed aloft . Our motley quartet
squealed in gravitydefying disarray (l/ a kite

tail thru the shredder, or the leaning totempole
of Piza blasting off). Subitaneously as a squall
dying down, the 4 fauna plummeted into a pile

(tho' not as in haemmorhoid, which tends to stay put),
for again the recondite heaveho upon Ludo's foot-
shackle of scacchic fabric was intermittent,

their fall cushioned by a rosette of chickweed
(indebting Eloise to horticultural sloth of her dad).
'You 3 flies are for it! My beautiful skin's gonna get all dried

out, plucked from clamniotic clamminess
of my hydrating home. Cerise 
noose my mouth shoots dislodged from crinigerous

crawler of your pal's, but I've fluked a 3-course meal!'
Thus Cribbage ribbited, hunting tongue poised to uncoil.
'Alaz, out of the fryingpan into the engineroom of Hell,'

Dodo unpaused jeremiad which seemed his sole theme.
'Yez, a fly in the prime of his month falling victim
to forkfaced fate, an anuran glutton shadygreen...'

Before Dipteran diva, Dodo, waxed max mortido,
simultaneously, unceremoniously Ludo
& Weeze bid him cork his proboscis pronto!

the frog's forestcoloured chops. 'Ribbit, lovvie,
I wasn't hogging them hexapods, just flipping lucky
thru a lucky flip. But more choice cuisses de grenouille

I'd make being leggy 1, true. Jel some?'  riposted
Cribbage. 'You put fib in amphibian! You're so busted,
darlink, croak!' 'Lovvie, ribbit, this rhubarb 'n' custard,

charmingly disabled beetle was gonna be my
quaint lovetoken - surprise!' 'Bah, pondscum porkiepies,
croak ,darlink!' Meanwhile, Eloise & the flies

had exploited this spat 'tween overgrown pollywiggles
& commenced Operation Slinkoff, till there swiveled
monocular sideeye at their subtle skedaddle. 

'Ooo, lovvie, look! The insects are making l/ a tree!
Say, no gimcrack natterjack is depriving me
of those munchies from heaven,' truculently

vowed Cribbage.  'You fern-nightingale phoney, croak,
I'll show you!' was Pontoon the Toad's rebuke.
'Mid standoff between poundland Baron Greenbacks,

Weeze, Ludo & Dodo were trapped; the trio froze.
But as bickering amphibians geckoed their oral arrows,
they brushed their viscoelastic salivary glue,  

which adhered them together in a cartoonish
dustup, tongues cat's-cradling further in the twist
of their ire at slapstick crossfire. Frog & toad lisped