Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Jabberwocky (paraphrase by Donna McKanders)


 
Jabberwocky
 paraphrase


‘Twas hot and blimy
In the streets called grimy
Wilted were the weeds, so erry
And slippery shadows, feary

“Beware of the Jabberwocky my son!”
The jaws that tare, the eyes that stare
Beware the Boogeyman, and run
A kabillion shadows were everywhere!

He stood with his 357 in his hand
I  ain’t  scared of no boogeyman
So he rested for a while
And then I saw him smile

And in nofearish swagger, He did not stagger
As Jabberwocky came with eyes like daggers
He parted the path
With a bonechillish laugh

Boom, boom, pow and with a grow
The magnum asked “what now?”
He left him dead, with one shot to the head
Dad said “you done killed him now go to bed”

Did you kill the Jabberwocky, did you do it boy?
Now put down your 357 toy
Oh joy, my boy
Killed the Jabberwocky with a toy

“twas hot and blimy
in the streets called grimy
Wilted were the weeds so eery,
and slippery shadows feary…






Jabberwoky

by Lewis Carroll
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe