Down, down deep
Below the grinly gree
Beside a crickled crog
Sits a Quaddle.
Waiting.
Patient.
Down, down deep
Below the grinley gree
Comes slooping unaware
A Slurple.
Shalak! The Quaddle splangs.
And birtle is the Slurple gone.
The Quaddle rests
Digests
Fully cwonted.
Emits a burbly burp.
Watches as the blobble rises
To surprise a Sneggle.
What was that? It thinks
And off it swobbles
None the wiser.
This is a bit like the Jabberwocky, I love that poem.
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Briony
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The Quaddle is so patient as it sits and waits for the Slurple. How many can it eat in one sitting?
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ReplyDeleteLewis Carroll and Edward Lear sit down over a glass of wine together..... :D
Is there an interpreter in the house? LOL you lost me somewhere around the grinley gree.
ReplyDeleteOn 2nd reading of your delightful poem, I relaxed and let the spirit of John Tenniel illustrate the text and my imagination lit up. You have done something remarkable here. What fun!
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