This was a silly nonsense ditty I wrote waaaay back in high school. I had just finished reading John Lennon’s In His Own Write and was slightly inspired to write a little tale “borrowing” his style. I showed it to my English teacher, who promptly introduced me to Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky.
The rest, as they say, is hack-stories.
Read on, my beamish reader!
Day Of The Rorgon
Upon the night didst this sortry began. The Gumbles flithed and gibbled in the shime of the Herble Sun. The Lennies danced and the Gyros flimbled to the end of the bowrain.
Suddenlyism, the Rorgon flasged from his torq of restigs and had guessed to feastle on the limmle and plehless Gumbles and use the Gyros’ skibbles for twiddling wood. The Rorgon pounced on a Dapperwhile and floggled a Twerz so that even its higgle couldn’t be macbletized.
And aw, he did the chore with such lust.
Yet as the Turligs ran for boomgas, a brave Lenny, borned of the appelation Yibble, set upon the Rorgon with a heppertwit made from the strongest and purest Yumma Numma tree. Yibble shawed the shaer and frapped a harty to the Rorgon.
The Rorgon was beset, and turned to the young Lenny. Heatily, he picked the young and huntered Yibble upward and feasted upon his bomeys.
Horribles were ubbered in the land of the Yibbles and the Gumbles and the Gyros and the Twerz.
But a seci didst passed and the Rorgon fell herped, for the Lenny had caused the overly hurt in the Rorgon’s boddy.
The event circumnished, the Lennies and the Gumbles and the Twerz and even the Higgles danced for the hop and hoopy joy. But not wept for was the Rorgon. Yibble was made a Qwerbble, the upmostest designatory for to put upon a Lenny.
And everyhip was gubble forweaver.