Blagowocky

‘Twas graftig, and the sheckeled bloobs
Did girb and schlurple in the styght
All tizzled were the Strogenoobs
And the patrolls amplrite

“Beware the Blagowock, my son!
The wheels that deal, the outstretched claws!
Beware the Rimidali, shun
The frolloped Madiggauze

He took his lexic sword in hand:
Long time the moptor foe he sought—
So rested by the Beanbon tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in spitzled thought he stood,
The Blagowock, with mouth of bombs,
Came jockling through the tappy wood,
And yortled with its floms!

One, two! One two! and through and through
The lexic blade went testi-tack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went perseuning back.

“And hast thou slain the Blagowock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O futric day! Halloo Vanay!”
He chortled in his joy.

‘Twas graftig, and the sheckeled bloobs
Did girb and schlurple in the styght
All tizzled were the Strogenoobs
And the patrolls amplrite