‘Twas terrible the barby greaves

      Did pyre and slimber on the dume.

All groppy were the burraflees

      And the flurid blanes were troom.

 

Beware the Frohtuck, please beware!

     The toothless flob, the sightless frab.

Beware the carracarrabat,

      And run fast from the clumbling prab.

 

Sledderclob grabbed his trusty sword

     And driddled through the Mory Fran,

Then crossed the Mixel Netherford

     And rested gently on the cran.

 

Then, with a privel glint of hand,

     The Frohtuck came with hair betract,

But, pruffing o’er the preevy sand,

      His fliching sneezum cracked.

 

Left right and centre, down and through,

     Sledderclob advanced with spreed.

He drubbed the Frohtuck by his proo

      And did the fatal deed.

 

The Frohtuck lay with brickling prown

      Upon the clubey dranit sand,

Whilst fluvered Sledderclob looked down,

      His sword still in his hand.

 

‘Twas terrible the barby greaves

      Did pyre and slimber on the dume.

All groppy were the burraflees

      And the flurid blanes were troom. 

 

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BRAVE, BRAVE SLEDDERCLOB

(Parody of Jabberwocky)

 

By Josie Whitehead

Brave Brave Sledderclob - Heading Brindled Beauty Jabberwocky

This was another of the almost 400 poems which teachers and children in schools right across West Yorkshire chose in 2010 for publication in one of the five books which AMS Educational Publishers published.  I hope you like it.  It was great fun to write, especially making up so many words.