Flooby or Fly
I wrote this in response to a challenge from my friend to use the imaginary word "flooby," so here goes...
LaRousse took a guess, that he was floobier than fly,
but the crowd met his bet with derision; they cry,
“LaRousse! Don’t do it, you’re throwing away
your money, our goodwill, hear what we say—
you’re fly more than flooby, trust our advice,
instead of taking this guess and a roll at the dice!”
Yet LaRousse said, “I’m flooby,” with a chin set so firm
that his mother winced and his father sat stern,
as he stepped up to the table, took a swig from his flask,
and threw down a card without stopping to ask.
“What says it?” screamed the people, all bending to look,
and a glance at the “f-l-o” was all that it took,
They cheered him, he beckoned for drinks to be brought,
“On the house!” said a barmaid, hefting a draught,
and the naysayers said they’d been jesting, for sure,
they knew he was flooby, just been trying to lure
him away from the bet that was right.
And LaRousse hides the floobies he’s carried all night.