Thursday, July 11, 2013

jabber walking....

sitting under the tumtum tree the jabberwock comes stellfooling...eyes on fire and tail swillful...he blazes close to where i refuse to stand...there is no battle planned with this mass of scales and simmering breath...i am the wizzickal wondering one of wildling words of play...i will not lift a swiftly cramming sword...i will not stomp into the glossoming game...

i tongue tie him up in a not so frendistical way...no mercy no malice no mindcave of blaggingly bargas...the jabberwock falls to my feet in praise...

for this i know if i know what i know in all concoptional claggforn sway of songmosners hearts...i win for you to lose...you illiterate brute of bones...

i can mach the mech of marvelion thoughts up against any who cross my mind...jabberwock take to me in friendly fissel or find your gluzzing head unhinged and placed upon the highest branch of this tumtum...

beware the jabberwock? i say beware the tree...

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