Scarecroem (Dingley Dell Dinggedichte)

Is it a rampike-rigged weathered effigy
of le peintre des tournesoles?
Unlike him it's the antonym of soul,
abandoned as a grallatorial easel.

Rather than the proverbial motivational firework,
a bald broomstick backbones this Worzel Quidditch,
It scares familiars l/ wizard kid zoosadistic. 
Dunnobout crows tho'...

Trouserlegs spooled round its torso stake, 
mermannish skeleton in al fresco freak museum.
Stickman crowcop l/ a Bonfire Guy on vacation,
midget maypole rogering its stuffed shirt.

Its stamina's stramineous,
more life in a morkin or 
a merkin or Or-
ko's Doc Martens.

Mulchy musk almost aromatic, oleraceous:
it doesn't smell l/ teen suint.
If it could sprint, I'm sure it'd l/ to 'ave sprunt,
but it cunt. Its sinews & fibres long & short straws. 

Hey, even deformityporn tearjerker producers
at Channel 5 dismissed as a crank
The Man W/ A Gourd L/ The Pinkyponk
when they cottoned on it was but a mawkin.

'Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?'
does it beseech him who curses 'Chroist!'
- the Holy Farmer or maybe his woife - who did hoist
its sackhead upon its skewed rood spine?