Jabberwocky in a Looking Glass
This poem was awarded second prize in Page One's Jabberwocky Revisited contest, and was first published in the February, 2000 issue of Fantasy, Folklore & Fairytales. It was reprinted in the Unlocking Worlds chapbook in June, 2001. It is written as a sequel to Lewis Carroll's famous work, "Jabberwocky". It is protected by copyright.
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Jabberwocky in a Looking Glass
Did not the spurious Bergens fly?Did not the Mertels cry and prue?
Did not the Keeks take to the sky,
When Jabberwock he slew?
He brought his vorpal blade to bear,
All gerbin were the thoughts he had.
He did not know that in its lair
A baby terthed and rad.
Young Jabberwock lay cold and starved,
Its mother dead and benthen drew;
And when it too was dal retharved,
The Tumtums wept with dew.
The Bandersnatch went wild with rage,
It grecked the yellow Tidwern's lenge!
The Jubjub flew in plithers phage,
And vowed a xit revenge.
Then all the friends of Jabberwock
Went out to pretch the killer man.
They found him by the bobo rock,
His vorpal sword at hand.
With tooth and beak and horn and claw
They bit and pecked and gored and rent.
His body strewn like so much straw,
His precious weapon bent.
Did not the spurious Bergens fly?
Did not the Mertels cry and prue?
Did not the Keeks take to the sky,
When Jabberwock he slew?
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