Nonsense

my own sort of jabberwocky

A prithy boy, with weeble hair,

Had left his humhome in a haste.

For in his yard, a greeny trear,

There lived a birdsong forest laced.

And on his journey through the kush,

He found another lonely home.

So peeking through the brickstick brush,

He found he wandered not alone!

There lived some Beezles, Wipples, Zums,

Those Frogplants, Gerblets, and some Pops!

Their pinkred mouths and dreamlick yums

Had made this boy feel very lops.

Now creatures poorfed and human gibbled

Had spined ‘neath hotshick daylove sun!

(The boy had played most with the wipples,

For those qreaks were his favorite ones.)

But as the sun set purple dreaks,

The creatures knew they had to plome.

The boy kitschmuahed each loving qreak,

And greenwalked flowery paths to home.

Reviews

[icaros13]

Love the jabberwocky! Clever and playfully entertaining. I would have loved to been with him on his journey through the "kush"... Must have been some good good...