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Yo, check me one time and that's my word...My rhymes are ridiculous, my lyrics un-heard...Anyway...

I'm sure most of you fools are aware of 'Jabberwocky' by Lewis Carroll. It was originally part of Carroll's 'Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There', published in 1872. Anyway, it's a masterpiece of 'sound poetry'...The words are chosen due to their phonetic aesthetic with many of them 'nonsense' words such as 'brillig', 'gyre', 'outgrabe', etc, etc.

So, the idea, said the Owl to the Frog, is to replace the 'nonsense' words with real, live words of your own. Everyone's interpretation should be different and it'll be interesting to see what comes out...Try to be a little original...

Here's the original to copy and change...

`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 awhile 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, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O 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.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd begin!

I shall post this in The Off Topic Forum to see what bites in there, too.

Me like congo, me wan go home...

It-was brilliantly freezing, and the salubrious trees
Did ache and yearn in the wind:
All hushed were the swamps,
And the moon bats up-high.

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

He took his burnt sword in hand:
Long time the appalling foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in hurried thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came floating through the narrow wood,
And grumbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The burnt blade went lightning-quick!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went eminently back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my cherishable boy!
O fabulous day! Hip-hip! Hooray!'
He chortled in his joy.

It-was brilliantly freezing, and the salubrious trees
Did ache and yearn in the wind:
All hushed were the swamps,
And the moon bats up-high.

That's ab-fab darling. I am most intrigued and duly accept this challenge. I do hope you'll bear with me though, it may take me some time.

Great idea. I will try it out as well. Good literary exercise to fire unused neurons.

you have a thesaurus by your side on that one? i am impressed. think ill have a go too- its a good idea. will probably take a while tho.

It's good that people are interested, but stop prevaricating and start posting!

right...am i the first?


It was brimming, said the pot to the stove
Did hiss and spark in the meed:
All gelid were the fetid grove,
And the flaming moths greed.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the humdrum word, and shun
The viscid Bandersnatch!"

He took his limpid sword in hand:
Long time the padishah foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in retched thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came shrieking through the lurking wood,
And sang as it came!

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

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my insepid boy!
O wondrous day! Hip hop! O you say!'
He chortled in his joy.

It was brimming, said the pot to the stove
Did hiss and spark in the meed;
All gelid were the fetid grove,
And the flaming moths greed.

ok heres mine- done instead of exam revision.


`Twas Winter, and the tired tree
Did hush and slumber in sudden chill:
All frozen were the once free,
And silence prevailed until

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the fateful bird, and shun
The fearful Bandersnatch!"

He took his luminous sword in hand:
Long time the ethereal foe he sought --
So rested he by the dying tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in dream like thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came blazing through the blackened wood,
And thundered as it came!

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

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my wondrous boy!
O great day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas spring, and the tireless tree
Did wave and fumble in the breeze;
All restless were the beasts in glee,
And the woods did light appease.