Eloise Emerald's Adventures In The Grass, Book 3

Fearsome frog, 1 thanatomanic, 1 flippant fly,
plus our foxhaired heroine, all hoicked up by
ankle-fankle pinioning Ludo's liberty.

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

of brunch with turd-tangy tarsi - as limpet-
like proved when turfed aloft. Volant quartet
defied gravity in disarray (like a kite-

tail thru the shredder, or the Leaning Totempole
of Piza blasting off ). Subitaneously as a squall
dies down, 4 fauna plummeted into a pile

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

4's fall cushioned by rosette of chickweed,
Eloise indebted 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 may from 1 crinigerous

crawler be dislodged, but I've fluked a 3-course meal!'
ribbited Cribbage, as his hunting tongue respooled.
'Alaz, out of the fryingpan into the engineroom of Hell,'

Dodo resumed his self-threnody, his sole theme.
'Yez, a fly in the prime of his month falling victim
to forkfaced fate, an anuran glutton shadygreen...'

Before dipteran diva waxed max mortido,
unceremoniously & simultaneously Ludo
& Weeze bid Dodo cork that proboscis pronto!

the frog's forestcoloured chops. 'Ribbet, lovvie,
I wasn't gonna hog them hexapods, just flipping lucky
thru a lucky flip. But the choicest cuisses de grenouille

I'd make being so leggy, jel some?'  riposted
Cribbage. 'You put fib in amphibian! You're so busted,
darlink, croak!' 'Ribbit, lovvie, this rhubarb 'n' custard,

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

exploited this spat between  overgrown pollywiggles
to commence Operation Slinkoff, till there swiveled
monocular sideeyes at their subtle skedaddle. 

'Ooo, lovvie, look! The insects are making like 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!' came 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 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