Gire & Gimble

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 (An homage to the first proper poem I ever learnt and still one of my favourites, Jabberwocky. Although I always felt a bit sorry for the dragon, so I wrote this from his point of view).

Creep little dragon, in the wabe, where slithy toves do gire and gimble,
A vorpal sword hunts for your head so keep your footsteps lithe and nimble,
And please beware the beamish boy who wields that wicked blade,
He wants you dead, to take your head, and with it let his name be made,
Hide your deadly biting smile and sheath your catching claws,
And harken to the Jub jub bird, listen for its calls,
The bandersnatch will guard your back that you may guard your front, 
And though I know it's tempting, stay hidden, don't go on the hunt,
Resist the need to  burble, dim your flamed and fiery eyes,
Creep quietly through the tulgey wood and take him by surprise, 
And the snicker-snacks of vorpal blades will not be heard tonight,
So creep little dragon, quietly, for soon enough you'll fight,
Let not him say, "callooh, callay, nor chortle in his joy, 
For there's an uffish boy to slay so hurry, slay this uffish boy,
And though I know, you do not wish to see this young prince dead,
Blame his foolish father, for sending him to take your head,
Then creep little dragon, through the wabe, where slithy toves do gire and gimble, 
And let the heads of beamish princes act as charm and warning symbol, 
Let all these, "Righteous," kings of men be filled with quaking fear,
And let them leave the tulgey woods, "For dragons still live here!"

◄ The Bitter Pill

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Jason Bayliss

Sun 25th Oct 2020 15:24

No probs Paul, I'll DM you mate. I've listened to it already. What I really love about other people reciting your work is that it puts a different spin on it. I love your interpretation of it, even the tiny little line change right at the end. Absolutely loved it mate and genuinely humbled that you chose to do it. 👏👏👏👏👏👏🙏❤

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Paul Sayer

Sun 25th Oct 2020 00:30

Hi Jason

I have uploaded it as the clock struck midnight.

If you send me you email I will let you have an MP3 file.

https://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=108533

If you want anything changed just let me know mate.

Po.

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Paul Sayer

Fri 23rd Oct 2020 06:54

Jason what a start to my day man.
Thank you sooooo much.

I will do my damndest to do this piece justice.

It looks like a busy fun-filled time ahead.

I will make haste slowly.

Paul.

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Jason Bayliss

Wed 21st Oct 2020 09:26

Thank you both so much, and Paul, yes of course you can mate. I'm glad you liked it and I'd love to hear it, but yeah, absolutely, record away. 👍😁❤

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Paul Sayer

Tue 20th Oct 2020 21:21

Crumbs Jason ...

This is superb!

Could I be so bold as to ask you if I could

Record your poetic masterpiece, I really think you should.

I am in awe of this poem about Jabberwocky's demise

I long to see him flapping his wings in yonder skies

And hear his roar as flames scorch and burn

the foe that came to fight

and end the life of our scaley friend

whose soul purpose was to smite.

I loved the twist and turns you made as all partake

So please let me record it...

For Jabberwockys sake.



I dof my 'Mad Hatters' Hat to you J.

Po.

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Stephen Atkinson

Tue 20th Oct 2020 18:40

A worthy homage. Excellent.

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