Blobberwocky

`Twas Bloggage, and the slippery crones
  Did ire and grumble in the wabe:
All flimsy were the borogoves,
  And the roam wraths outgrabe.

"Beware the Fwedditer, my son!
  The dessies that bite, the points that catch!
Beware the I.Law bird, and shun
  The frumious Buggipatch!"

He took his corporal hoard in hand:
  Long time the abundant foe he sought --
So rested bait by the Kamela gate,
  And stayed awhile in thought.
And, as in gruffish thought he stood,
  The blobberwocky , with eyes of flame,
Came cackling through the tulgey wood,
  And bock-bocked as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The corporal blade went snicker-snack!
He left them dead, and with their heads
  He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Blobberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  He chortled in his joy.

`Twas Bloggage, and the slippery crones
  Did ire and grumble in the wabe:
All flimsy were the borogoves,
  And the roam wraths outgrabe.