nonsense poem

The NomNom Games 
By AO

T'was cold and the day had been rimble and reneal.
My shnozz t'was blue and my tos were too.
Walking up the strats, running to the Abi.
Laughing, talking, prolumphing, getting there slowly.

Music! Blasting through the halls.
Food! From the world all around
Challenges! Up on the galantic stage.
Fun! In every betelling corner.
Woe, oh woe. Tired and spent,
but the fri, oh the fri! 
We'll never forget,
the games of NomNom.