My goaty, my boggly

My moaning ankles are too big,
They're big and fat and bloaty.
My looning elbows aren't too small,
They've got three heads and a goaty.

My goaty's jumping round the bend,
I think it's name is Betty,
My boggly's got the hiccups bad,
And can't stop screaming "Yeti!"

My thoughtbox broke the other year,
I now find I can't think
My slibblob's got too many "B"s,
And my oobloovo is pink.

I "told" you? But would you "listen"? There you are, you see – you've lost your wwaaaglrphm pib eeenle – Thank you.

– This will not {therefore} have had a brain.