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And so what of the vorpal sword
With its tiolver* blade?
The beamish boy did wield it well
The Jabberwock, he slayed.
Post frabjous day, what happened ere
The Jabberwock was gored?
What dersmate fate would soon await
That mighty vorpal sword?
"A trophy case would be the place
For the sword I cherish!"
His mother shook her stivent head
She thought that far too garish.
And so the vorpal sword it went
Beneath the bed to store
And quickly became covered in
Dust and dirt and more.
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Until one day twas brillig
With spring cleaning in the wabe
And mumsy became milicarb
At her messy beamish babe!
"This stuff must go! Heave ho! Heave ho!"
His room glowed as if glossed
But at the end of tidying up
The vorpal sword was lost!
Now don't you worry, curious kitts
I'll tell you where it went
I found it at a yard sale for
Two bucks and fifty cents!
And so that sword it hangs today
Above my own berld bed
And if a Jabberwock attacks
I'll just cut off his head!
submitted for Magpie Tales 58
* My made-up words are from various "captchas" and word verifications I've had to type this week
inspired by and apologies to Lewis Carroll
inspired by and apologies to Lewis Carroll
