Sunday, June 12, 2016

099 The Donaldtrump




It just came to me while the Donald was attacking someone: "Beware of the Jabberwock!" Then to switch metaphors, it grew like Topsy. Lewis Carroll's original Jabberwocky follows my version.

Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental! 





The Donaldtrump Went Jabberwocky

    with sincere apologies to Lewis Carrol

Twas brillig, and the “crooked" Hillary and the “lyin'" Ted
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy are the misled,
And the fundraisers outgrabe.

"Beware the Donaldtrump, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Bully Donnie, and shun
The trumpious university snatch!"

He took his Sword of Truth and went to arms.
Long time the trumpious foe he sought.
He wanted specifics about programs,
And was there any trumpious thought?

And, as in uffish wait he stood in near delirium,
The Donaldtrump, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the auditorium,
And insulted as it came!

One, two! One, two! He gave the trumpious one many a verbal whack!
The hard-hitting questions went snicker-snack!
The Donaldtrump mocked and heckled but details he did lack!
The trumpious bully went galumphing back.

"And, has thou shamed the Donaldtrump?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy politicos
Did gyre and gimble on the talk shows;
All mimsy were the polls; the emperor has no clothes;
And the poor voters say, Oh Woe.


JABBERWOCKY

Lewis Carroll

(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

`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.





Nothing can replace the original!

Trish              



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