Portmantailure

My take on the Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll, but with a twist about masculinity.

'Twas quite a sight, a lumph dee dee
Wid Jabberwocky’s neck cut clean
All creatures came guhsnorbling back
Snicker-snacking on their snacks.

"You slain the beast our human friend
the 'wocky’s reign of terror end.”
The Jub Jub bird, that blatherskeet
lumooked around the wocky’s feet.

And bandersnatch with teeth protruding
came hummaging by, rudely intruding
He took one look at 'wocky’s head
And hummaged back in discontent.

I proud I was to be whangbasten
Father now no longer make fun,
(of me) or manly fixtures present
a hunter now, no more a peasant

My ma all a griffle when I come back
“you broke my precious sword, snicker-snack.”
She snapped and snorfled and shout at me
Then she calm as calm can be

“My boy you’re fiery like ya dada,
you ain’t as blessed but that don’t matta.
He cannot swing a vorpal right
but blessed are you with huntsman’s fight.”

And now a wench, they make me seek
one with balumphas and rosy cheeks,
as fair as Arthur’s Guinevere
a femme to niznoozle who’ll never sneer.