A Song for the Slinking Jabberwock

Sixteenth in the dreamverse of capricorn

a bilbous in a barrow disparaging yarrow

the thin syllabus of coxtant sweat in a text

slemped up and troned away in a flast of blight.

The seventeenth earl of cheddarham

smelked in as gouda position as he could find

in the fleigned arc of the storchlife pit

finding only unclained babbages and twilled

spataloons and ganglage twisted in tight.

◄ Now Birds Ravage The Cherries

While You Sleep ►

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Devon Brock

Sat 6th Jul 2019 19:29

This was for you and profile pic my friend. Glad you liked it!

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Jason Bayliss

Sat 6th Jul 2019 19:28

That has put a massive smile on my face Devon, I absolutely loved the original from a very early age, it was one of the first complex poems I learned, and as far as I'm concerned this is a great homage to that, but especially smiled at the gouda reference.

J. x

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Devon Brock

Sat 6th Jul 2019 19:21

I did and I stand by the pun.

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Mindy Newton

Sat 6th Jul 2019 19:20

Tel me you did NOT write, "...in as gouda position as he could find...

And if you did, you'll be stripped of every last honor, award, and poetic friend you ever had!

The "flast of blight" I can accept, though.

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