Decided to try my hand at poetry if the nonsensical sort. This particular poem was inspired by the Jabberwocky.
Alabee un alladay and
Ferry speckle schoo
Young red rose from the dead
With a serious to do
“Go Gallamy gut and wenke!”
Said the red ole boy said he
“Twas Old Vegot whose soul I sought
for taking the life from me!”
forth shouting did say he
and with a vorse he set
his course for the garble
lands of mott his eyes were feart
and darn near seart
the life from all who kloo
and through the mott they soon did rought
a loud and roarious baloo
the loud baloo though little knew
was garmy for Vegot
who heart near froze
when he read the moze
and saw his soul was sought
“Twas Red, twas red, twas red I saw!” said ole vegot said he
“I fear my head, will soon be shed, and deffo meet my knees!”
and vegot, just like he ought, was feared and gamblin ree
and from his tark upon the the mott
did flee vegot did he
and so red rode
his dead skin blode
so white and pondicherry
on the back of a gloat
who once was smote
by the Vegot that he once did carry
Twas on the node of fondus hour
That with a mighty catoor,
That did he fore the bedroom door
Of the man whose soul he harried
And laughed a gabe, a foul girave
Of that most grandavery
“Twas you, yon crat,
whose soul I saught
for taking this life from me!
Come now, yon seal
Don’ wither or bleal
Now et fate has come ye!
Now come now, Halt! Twas
Death et found fault in
The rest the grave did bore me
So how now, foul croul
Will ye not bow, to
The fight that
You do owe me?”
But old alladay for Red was met
By a room most round and fempty
For all around, there was no sound
The insides were most empty
“Lackaday foul wan and wompus!”
Said the red ole boy said he.
“You’ve gone and lost, that most foul crost”
whose soul is what is owed me!
Oh fate, oh woe, oh dizzlethoe, alaman and crompus
A searching I go, my blode in tow, to find that man most pompous.”
And with a croe did ole Red go
A searchin’ among the oithers
So high and low that red did go
That he urany met a mither
And old hag she, so slight and skee
Her misery was apparent
“Oh woe,oh woe, oh alladay!”
Said the mither, said she
“At some terest, the babe at my breast,
was stolen away from me!
Was stolen away from me!”
“Ho now mither, ho now strop,
a babe was taken?This crime must be stopped!
Is the babe fat?Is the babe frow?
How far do you think the villain must go?”
And so the mither gave him a sign
To go past the oithers and climb
High to the gallyumps off of the or
And there the villain ought stop for a snore
And so Red did go and red did climb
Hight to the gallyumps off of the or
And soon found the villain that he had sought
And lackaday dally it was Vegot!
Rotund a house old vegot was he
Bald as an egg and reeking of cree
He snored and argayed browed and bayed
And his arms lay the baby
“Twas you, yon crat
whose soul I saught
and surely shall soon have
your grave is dug and shall fit snug
on one so large as you!
So come now ye, whose monstery
Shall give what you accrue
Tis better than gold
That you will soon fold
In the dark earth most pomarey
It does my heart glad that
Yon blaggon bag
Shall soon be feeding et dodarey!”
A Vegot with a howl
Lost control of his bowels
And soon muracked his killer
And said that he was aboree
And that his soul was sillet silver
“Dear red, dear red, dear red, you see!” said Vegot said he
“Twas me who said, that you were dead, and it caused me a misery!”
and so vegot, unlike he ought, had lied a fair foogal
and with a fore, red burst the poor
head of the fall and flugal
and without his head, the man fell dead
Soon he was no more
“Allabee and Alladay!” Said ole red said he
“Unfortanately, this world for me
no longer holds any splendor. So awaging I go, yon bloat in tow
to find better provender!”
And that is tale, a woe and awail
Of Red and Old Vegot
If you say nay and do away
With the lesson this varmy has taught
Them remember well this one small snell
And hope your head stays where it ought
