Here's something you might be interested in.
"The Jabberwocky" from Alice Thru The Lookingglass" was recently in the poetry section of the READER
AND RECEIVED SOME FUN COMMENTS
IT IS SIMPLY A NONSENSE WORDSMITH EXERCISE
it's quite delicious nonsense tho...and i love the line that ends "my beamish boy" and when i was a kid i often "galumped" around and this poem got me ready for Robbie Burns written in the tongue Callooh Callay!!!
my cohort and poet here Founder and i flexed our poetry muscles and wrote semantic symmetry mostly sonnets back and forth in the comments
your sonnets flits and fits the theme
of beamish boys whose eyes do gleam
not lookin for galumphing prey
but merist sunning for a rainy day
the Jabberwocky rings not true
all nonsense words callay calooh
so read ye then the Scottish bard
whose mousie ode is near as hard
Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim'rous beastie, O, what panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee, Wi' murd'ring pattle!
dear Robbie Burns ya tried
and Carroll could but match your stride!!!
it was lovely fun Founder
so glad your here
and i'm no longer
one
"The Jabberwocky" from Alice Thru The Lookingglass" was recently in the poetry section of the READER
AND RECEIVED SOME FUN COMMENTS
IT IS SIMPLY A NONSENSE WORDSMITH EXERCISE
it's quite delicious nonsense tho...and i love the line that ends "my beamish boy" and when i was a kid i often "galumped" around and this poem got me ready for Robbie Burns written in the tongue Callooh Callay!!!
my cohort and poet here Founder and i flexed our poetry muscles and wrote semantic symmetry mostly sonnets back and forth in the comments
your sonnets flits and fits the theme
of beamish boys whose eyes do gleam
not lookin for galumphing prey
but merist sunning for a rainy day
the Jabberwocky rings not true
all nonsense words callay calooh
so read ye then the Scottish bard
whose mousie ode is near as hard
Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim'rous beastie, O, what panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee, Wi' murd'ring pattle!
dear Robbie Burns ya tried
and Carroll could but match your stride!!!
it was lovely fun Founder
so glad your here
and i'm no longer
one