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BRAVE BRAVE SLEDDERCLOB

By Josie Whitehead

‘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. 

(A shadow poem of Jabberwocky

by Lewis Carroll)

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