The Old Man- A nonsense poem

Arguailly the old man stood,
Pondering the ferib, avrile bhett
Confused and olumed within the wood
He spoke hebrily, much like a shet.

Whispering softly, he came to announce
the beginnings of the elpinode.
Like a frager about to pounce,
he crouched and threw his quershinoad.

Running madly through the forest,
he warned the starm and revendelp,
"Save yourselves!", he loudly chorused,
"And bring your frewds and areveshelpp!"

Curiously the thruks peeped out,
as the plabers and centters scuttled away.
Frightened by the humans faderous shouts,
they blinked and went back to their zentalays.

Finally running out of breath,
the man stopped and sat sullenly upon a zastt.
Cursing the linwits and khelloweths,
he mournfully sighed and breathed his last.