The Glimble
Amalia Weix
9th Grade
Poetry
2023-2024 Winter
The Glimble, the Glomble,
Creatures wonderful and true!
Mighty and two-horned
Both crimson and blue.
Twelve strong legs
And eight lovely wings!
An ode to the Glimble
All should sing.
A creature more fleet-footed
You’ll surely never meet
Simply put, at footwork
A Glimble cannot be beat.
These beasts traipse through glens
And drink from clear pools
Glimbles avoid spotted hens
And gather around fools.
The smallest Glimble I ever saw
Was the size of a rich man’s heart.
The largest Glimble I’ve ever beheld
Could hold layered cakes like small tarts.
Glimble hands are slimy and long
With six fingers the width of dimes.
A Glimble’s hand is rather cold
And can pull one through space or time.
Glimbles stride in packs of four
Sometimes eight—but never ten.
I once saw a glibble of seventeen!
But it’s been years since then.
Glimbles live a thousand years
And right before they die
Another Glimble takes their hand
And brings them back to life!
What a magnificent life it must be
To be a Glimble glomming.
But alas, I’m just a lowly slertch
And so I’ll keep on slontching