Wabberjockey
'Twas brillian and the thighsy toes
Did vyre and wibble in the fabe;
All grimsy were the Goroboves,
And the rome maths groutrabe.
"Feed the Wabberjock, O daughter!
The paws that clutch, the arms that hug!
Pet the Bujbuj bird, and kiss
The murfious Snanderbug!"
She took her bibacious bottle:
Plum full the better to employ --
So rested she by the Mutmut tree,
Then danced awhile in joy.
And, as in poffish joy she danced,
The Wabberjock, with eyes of fear,
Drew up, tiffling as it prinely pranced,
And miggled, drawing near!
Two, one! Two, one! And promenade
The bibacious bottle went slipper-slurp!
She tittled its head, and left it fed
She heard a falunging burp.
"And, has thou fed the Wabberjock?
Come to my arms, my geamish girl!
O brafjous day! Lacooh! Lacay!
She sportled with her curl.
'Twas brillian and the thighsy toes
Did vyre and wibble in the fabe;
All grimsy were the Goroboves,
And the rome maths groutrabe.
copyright 2018, a taoist city monk (nagasiva yronwode)
http://www.jabberwocky.com/carroll/jabber/jabberwocky.html
with apologies
to the Mathematician, Mr. Dodgeson