Tuesday, January 07, 2003
Jabbermockery
posted by John Davies at 8:26 PM
 With permission, I reproduce a poem my nephew Michael wrote today based on Lewis Carrol's Jabberwocky. ....ÔT was home time and the slithy mums
Did chat and natter in the playground;
All mimsy were the toddlers
And little babes outcried.
ÒBeware the bully boy my friend!
The hands that catch, the legs that trip!
Beware his crony birds and shun
The frumius satchelsnatch!
He took his old school bag in hand,
Long time the manxome boy he dodged-
So rested he by the broom cupboard,
And stood a while in thought.
And as in dreamish thought he stood,
The bully boy, with fists of steel,
Came stomping down the corridor,
And boasted as it came!
One two! One two! He swung the door
The old school bag went snicker-snack!
He left it stunned and with itÕs bag
He went galumphing back.
And has thou slain the bully boy?
Come to my arms my clever son!
Oh frabjous day! Calooh! Callay!
WeÕll have some cake for tea.
ÔT was home time and the slithy mums
Did chat and natter in the playground;
All mimsy were the toddlers
And little babes outcried.
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