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.
September 5, 2012 at 8:26 pm
Maggie, The Jabberwocky isn’t written in rispetto, but close! I’d been playing with the idea this morning of writing something nonsensical, Jabberwocky-like, in homage, because of the conversation last night and the way my head was still wrapped around it this morning. Your challenge had me looking everything up and counting syllables on my fingers. :) Very, very fun. xoxo M.
September 5, 2012 at 8:45 pm
Melissa wow awesome poem lol think I need to try something new….
September 5, 2012 at 9:36 pm
Thanks, Tim … It was a LOT of fun!
September 6, 2012 at 4:16 am
Well that looked like fun. Might have to have a bash at that myself. Such lovely sounds to get the tongue around!
September 6, 2012 at 6:48 am
LOTS of fun. :)