Ain't no brillig when he's gone
Any time he goes to slay
Ain't no mimsy in the zone
The jubjub bird is all alone
When it's time to go and slay
*****
Vorpal blade's heavy as stone
No snicker-snack, and no callay
Slithy toves don't have a home
The wabes won't even roam
Any time he goes to slay
*****
And it's jabber, jabber, jabber, jabber,
Jabber, jabber, jabber, jabber, jabber,
Jabber, jabber, jabber, jabber, jabber,
Jabber, jabber, jabber, jabber, jabber,
Jabber, jabber, jabber, jabber, jabber,
Jabber, a-WOCK!
*****
Have you even seen a borogove?
Is a bander in the way? Uh-oh!
*****
Pain, it cuts right to the bone
My mome rath it won't outgrabe
My galumph has been and gone
Like a king without a throne
There just ain't no frabjous day
*****
Any time he goes to slay...
Any time he goes to slay...
Any time he goes to slay...
*****
The original song, by Bill Withers: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YuKfiH0Scao
About the Creator
Meredith Harmon
Mix equal parts anthropologist, biologist, geologist, and artisan, stir and heat in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, sprinkle with a heaping pile of odd life experiences. Half-baked.
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Compelling and original writing
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ho,ho, very creative from Ain't No Sunshine!
Very nice poem.