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I Marvel at Her Hiding Bandersnatch – Sonnet Forty-Four

I marvel at her hiding bandersnatch,  
My vorpal sword's her marveling concern.  
My dreams are full of hunt and final catch,  
Her Jabberwock when gyre toves slithy turn.  

Her borogoves, all gimble mimsy stood,  
Long sought, her manxome wabe came, bur-bl-ing.  
As I would whiffle in her tulgey wood,  
“O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” she’d sing.  
 
But how galumphed her frumious Jabberwock,  
When swift my vorpal blade went snicker-snack  
With all her screams and Jubjub birding squawks,  
Her chortled joy, in through and through attacks.  
 
How brillig were our raths, in uffish wabe,  
When slithy would her Jabberwock outgrabe.  
 
Written by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
Published | Edited 15th Jun 2019
Author's Note
just having fun, thank you , Mr. Carroll! (a reconstruction of sorts from the poem "Jabberwocky" from the book, Alice Through the Looking Glass)
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