Spoonbillrocy
Twas jillig and the smirky twerps
Did floog and truggle in the fjork
All seddy were the zinimerps,
and the klooge splunged in the spork
Beware the Spoonbillroc, my son!
The thrasps that clutch, the croils that flout
Beware the flub dub turd and shun
The Bolemic and her pout
He took his runted prit in hand
Long time the manzier foe he sought --
So shummed he by the wortle stee
And stood awhile in thought
And, as in burful thought he stood
The Spoonbillroc, with flies of aim,
Came tiffling through the wulgey wood,
And fubared as it came!
One, two! Three, four! And like a saw
The homey blade went chug-a-lug
He left it numb, and with its thumb
Splintered the corkscrew and the gug
He cried aloud "Furshlugginer!"
"Come to my beard, my foblish boy!
O snarggled day! Wassup?! Wassay?!
He gurbled in his joy
Twas jillig and the smirky twerps
Did floog and truggle in the fjork
All seddy were the zinimerps,
And the klooge splunged in the spork!
| Contributors: | Francine, Randy, unkempt, asdf, Neil, Kansas Sam, Nym, JC, Evan, Nym-so much 4 Jabberwocky, Anon.. |
| Poem finished: | 23rd July 2003. |