A tribute to Lewis Caroll, the author of Jabberwocky, a poem I learned from my father as a child (onomatopoeia inspired).
Noern noern jibberbabble jibberbabble As I pleaded over his spittal spattle Of venimous ven engaged in verbal prattle. Then we stood nye to nye Straid in rockish gren. Ner dillish kand we ertabe friend agrin Our grint of thoughts too distant finds Too distant calls each as our hearts recline. My jibber flams his ire within So to swigish flim cams from him. Brikker nak brikker nak Back and forth with frack Noern to yield, yet attack. Then I curled and cowt To know his wisdom had won out And embarked in gladden rim That we cowt each other once agrin.
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