Not Quite The Jabberwocky

More Silly Poetry From El Capitan

Not Quite The Jabberwocky: A Poem
Mostly by Lewis Carroll,
With tweaks by El Capitan


’Twas Saturday, and the filthy sqwerlz
Did poop and fornicate on the roof;
All buzzy were summer cicadas,
And the hillbilly neighbors still uncouth.

“Beware the Wasps, El Capitan!
The butts that sting, the wings like swords!
Beware the angry yellowjackets, and shun
The paper wasps and hornet hordes!”

He took his Can of Raid in hand:
The awful wasps had spread too far--
So rested he by the live oak tree,
And smoked a big cigar.

And as in smoky thought he stood,
The angry wasps, with ass-spikes of flame,
Came speeding through the shady wood,
And buzz-shrieked as they came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The Raid Wasp Spray went splisher-splatz!
He left 'em dead, and with their nest
He fed the many tree-rats.

“And hast thou slain the angry wasps?
Have a beer, El Capitan!
O happy day! Wooohoo! Hooray!”
We chortled in our joy.

’Twas Saturday, and the filthy sqwerlz
Did poop and fornicate on the roof;
All buzzy were summer cicadas,
And the hillbilly neighbors still uncouth.