Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
donall-dempseyPoems
IT WAS A FRABJOUS DAY The Jabberwock was having its usual cup of coffee its tenth of the day. Black. Always black. One could see coffee grains caught in its teeth Always the same big grin. We joked (behind its back of course) that Jabberwock meant coffee ****** Not because we were fearful but because he was such a sensitive soul and we didn't want to cause offense where no offense was meant. It could get a bit uffish. An unlit cigarette clung to its slobbery lips. It didn't smoke but wanted to appear to do so. The mome raths were outgrabbing they never seemed to stop. The Cheshire Cat (not all there) smiled its smile we called it Mona Lisa. We were all just hanging about as you do when your author ponders. Nobody dared to approach him. He was a God to us. Me and the rest of the Toves knew our place and played cards with the Borogoves. The Borogoves were cheaters. The Jubjub birds were bored out of their tiny skulls perching in the branches of the TumTum trees in Tulgey Wood. The Bandersnatch was having a frumious forty winks. We were glad to be just alive if only in words - words was our world. No use getting all mimsy about it. We weren't as slithy as we were made out to be. We practiced our gyre and gimble. We were merely the creatures of his brain. We wouldn't dare disturb the Author for fear of being scratched out. Nobody 'cept the manxome Jabberwock that is. "But what's my motivation Mr. Carroll?" He'd forever burble. "Could I not take just a small bite perhaps out of the little beamish chap ?" he'd whiffle. Mr. Carroll( nobody dared to call him Lewis) just smiled and Jack Jabberwock would galumphed back. "Ok! Places everyone - 'tis brillig! and the story limped on again. It was a frabjous day a really frabjous day. All that could be heard was the dripping of a tap and the constant scratching of the pen creating forever creating the next sentence.
0
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 4:52 PM UTC
IT WAS A FRABJOUS DAY
IT WAS A FRABJOUS DAY The Jabberwock was having its usual cup of coffee its tenth of the day. Black. Always black. One could see coffee grains caught in its teeth Always the same big grin. We joked (behind its back of course) that Jabberwock meant coffee ****** Not because we were fearful but because he was such a sensitive soul and we didn't want to cause offense where no offense was meant. It could get a bit uffish. An unlit cigarette clung to its slobbery lips. It didn't smoke but wanted to appear to do so. The mome raths were outgrabbing they never seemed to stop. The Cheshire Cat (not all there) smiled its smile we called it Mona Lisa. We were all just hanging about as you do when your author ponders. Nobody dared to approach him. He was a God to us. Me and the rest of the Toves knew our place and played cards with the Borogoves. The Borogoves were cheaters. The Jubjub birds were bored out of their tiny skulls perching in the branches of the TumTum trees in Tulgey Wood. The Bandersnatch was having a frumious forty winks. We were glad to be just alive if only in words - words was our world. No use getting all mimsy about it. We weren't as slithy as we were made out to be. We practiced our gyre and gimble. We were merely the creatures of his brain. We wouldn't dare disturb the Author for fear of being scratched out. Nobody 'cept the manxome Jabberwock that is. "But what's my motivation Mr. Carroll?" He'd forever burble. "Could I not take just a small bite perhaps out of the little beamish chap ?" he'd whiffle. Mr. Carroll( nobody dared to call him Lewis) just smiled and Jack Jabberwock would galumphed back. "Ok! Places everyone - 'tis brillig! and the story limped on again. It was a frabjous day a really frabjous day. All that could be heard was the dripping of a tap and the constant scratching of the pen creating forever creating the next sentence.
donall-dempsey
Written by
donall-dempsey
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 4:52 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem