Friday, October 22, 2010

Jabberwashy

NOTE: Are you familiar with Jabberwocky, by Lewis Carroll? If so, and if you've ever been assailed with laundry woes, then hopefully you will find this parody entertaining. I had a blast writing it! And if you've the time to think, there is a lot of hidden meaning here.


Twas Thursday, and the piles of clothes
Did lie and slow her in the way.
All flimsy were they, yet the droves;
Assailed her weakly, with dismay.

"Beware the smelly habits daughter!
The sloth would bite and try to snatch!
Beware the drub-grub bird and shun...
The furious dander-patch!"

She took her basket in her hand:
Long time the attirome foe she brought --
Then rested she by the frum-bum tree
And sat awhile in ought.

And as in tuffwish ought she stewed,
The styles arose, and without frame,
Came drifting through neuralgy wood,
And doubled as they came...

One-two! One-two! And queue and queue!
The wash machete went swish and shwack!
She left the dread, and with ahead,
She went triumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwash?
Come to me arms audacious girl!
O virtuous day! Woo-hoo! Hooray!"
She giggled with a twirl.

Twas Thursday, and the piles of clothes
Did lie and slow her in the way.
All flimsy were they, yet the droves;
Assailed her weekly, with dismay.

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