Jabbed

‘Twas brilliant, and the slit to
Did gyroscope and humble in the wane;
All mums  were the borough,
And the moment rather outgrow.

“Beware the Jabbed, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Kinkier bird, and shun
The Drum Banded!”

He took his corps sword in hand:
Long time the Man foe he sought–
So rested he by the Tim tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabbed, with eyes of flame,
Came whiff through the till wood,
And burn as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The corps blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went halibut back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabbed?
Come to my arms, my beaming boy!
O drank day! Callous! Calls!”
He chorus in his joy.

”Twas brilliant, and the slit to
Did gyroscope and humble in the wane;
All mums  were the borough,
And the moment rather outgrow.

by Lewis Carroll and my cell phone’s predictive text function

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