flying out soon. see ya'll later. another piece

[sniper]

I wrote this patterned on Jabberwocky by Carrol. I started writing it the day I buried my sister. I wanted a poem that would lift my spirits and I wanted to experiment with word meanings through the sounds of words.

It has a message, see if you can figure out the message while I am gone. Some of the words are nonsense words and some are based on actual words.

GRENDERLOR

Poem by CLARO

Was twimsey in the fibling droth, and brumical ligh was the mure.
All flithy flies the moonsey moth, the brightag rabes galaed flasure.

The Grenderlor arose a glee with claws and teeth all snarly floom.
"Beware!" said he and climbed the tree, a wince he bounded to the room.

"Where is that scisel blade he sought?" rethinking he had laid it back.
Grenderlor must again be fought, so once amore he needs be smack.

With eyes aflame once more galore and migley gravens all bajite!
Grend notes the knight retake the floor, and so he frumps into the fight.

The blade struck three, "See he!" said me "Oh dassing brave so turst and sure!"
Thou has slain the snarvling slee, so we sing with aflust and dure.

All twimsey was the fibling droth, brumising ligh requained the mure.
So flithy flew the moonsey moth, the brightag rabes conjayed flasure

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Clarence W. Andrews, Webb City, Mo.
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