To: SAMWolf
My sister twisted up an already twisted poem.
She rewrote Jabberwocky...
Alright, I'll admit to some small assistance.
But it's really weird now.
849 posted on
12/15/2003 8:00:54 AM PST by
Darksheare
(For the crimes of Heresy of thought, Heresy of word, and Heresy of deed, this tagline shall burn!)
To: Darksheare
I barely remember reading Jabderwocky.
851 posted on
12/15/2003 8:05:38 AM PST by
SAMWolf
(Are dog biscuits made from collie flour?)
To: SAMWolf; Darksheare
I (yet again)rewrote some lines.
I'm sure you can understand the
reason for it's title...
Acidtrippy
'twas breakfast for the slothy gnome
who mumbled & gurgled on some brains
all flimsy were the garlic cloves &
the bathrobes outcame....
"Becare the Jagger Talk, long Jon
the gummsy mite, his lips do flap!
Becare the ju-ju bees, and run
from the numerous bands you watch!"
Be shook by whirlpool tubs with hands
Wrong time for madness so he thought.
so wrestled he with yard gnomes, three
and fumed awhile distraught
As by the gimpish ref he stood
the Jagger Talk, all lips & novocaine,
came slobbering in his tulle gray suit.
And drooled as he came.
Who knew?! Who knew?! It was only you?
the portal gave my knickers back!
I left my bed and on my sled
I crashed into a smokestack,
and blasted the face of Jagger Talk.
His flailing lips, oh boy, oh boy.
Augh, frightening play! Too few! More hay!
He curdled at the ploy
'twas breakfast for the slothy gnome
who mumbled & gurgled on some brains
all flimsy were the garlic cloves &
the bathrobes outcame....
875 posted on
12/15/2003 12:57:06 PM PST by
Darkchylde
(If the eyes are the window to the soul, what happens when I use a drill?)
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