Deechfonnocky
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Master John Inchingham (With apologies to Lewis Carroll) |
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'Twas crownish, and the needling maids Did plotter and tittle in the shade: Self-portant were the marshallumps, And the drone-geeks o-yayed. "Fight well, brave Deechfonnock, my friend! Yon foes are fierce, with throne-lust mad! Beware the Surbill Bird and shun Svainsbane and Wallupcad!" He took his sliderule sword in hand: Through first bout blaised, like tallowfire; Then rested he by the scallist tree And passing Fluttergwyn admired. But, as at fluttergwyn he grinned, Dumb Deechfonnock forgot his foes! And wallupcad did smite him bad; Left Deech half-dead, so all supposed. Thus sneaky svainsbane saw his chance But Deechfonnock was ready! They chove and slanched and rattle-clanched Till svainsbane was confetti! "Oh, art thou hurt, dear Deechfonnock? Return, twiceworthy winner! Come, sit by me, the Surbill Bird, For thou art my next dinner!" |
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