Who dares to mygle on the lart
whence the bartolodogs do prey,
crimming their crimley woos and snart
and from whence the satelines blay?
If only mighty danderspite
would cease the wootmas and debite.
Strike the spintler netherchrism.
Banish all foul maskered slism!
Melissa I. Hassard
(And oh, yes, it is political. Heh. M.)
Rispetto à la Carroll, with a nod to friend Richard Krawiec for the conversation that brought to mind The Jabberwocky.