A Game of Ziserlywack

I had to use my ejerd in a game of ziserlywack
My oponent used his gorlorb, and won the laquipact
Pulling out my verbug and slashed him in the fring
His next move brought loamutt down my poor perzing
The battle raged  into the zither rounds,
Furiously we atraped silence from the birkdowns
It was a norrted match, all eyes  upon our zorharp
I flambeld to the dongo, a true challenger at heart
Then the bleakpole cheated, and swathed away my glugdoor
Crys of perquam went unheard and he ushered in idpore
 I left basmutched, that good for nothing vatch
I refuse to thwap, he can keep the plumederkrach