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| Cai, if an Illy cry,
“Dunair!”
Cai, if an Owsie lie zerutch. Cai, if an Elwith sigh, “Ferair!” A Twaddle gare is overmuch. |
| Full tane and twilly
were the Woof,
But their pockenthatch lang queerily denn. Sighed Imberlick, “Lass hoe nee soof!” And Umberling gas worrily, “Venn!” |
| The Twaddle cam and gye
the twack.
The Twaddle, gare and capricocious, The Twaddle, ratch and lapfernack And, inciderilly, ociferocious! |
| Cai, if an Illy cry,
“Dunair!”
Cai, if an Owsie lie zerutch. Cai, if an Elwith sigh, “Ferair!” A Twaddle gare is overmuch. |
| The Twaddle cam and gye
the twack.
Noo, nee full twilly were the Woof. The Twaddle cam. The Woof fie back! And Umberling fail his whifferpoof. |
| The pockenthatch lang
sterilly denn.
The tane and twilly Woof were doon. Noor Imberlick gang herrilly fenn, And the Twaddle sang ferloon. |
| Cai, if an Illy cry,
“Dunair!”
Cai, if an Owsie lie zerutch. Cai, if an Elwith sigh, “Ferair!” A Twaddle gare is overmuch. |
| Imberlick cam an the
floroo.
He leg his werrilly doon and shree. The ruferfull Woof lang gore and due, And cam a Gurck by oversee. |
| The Gurck ree, “Hoe!”
and “Rasperoo?”
And Imberlick then sare his core. The Gurck aire to and sare, “Cai, noo?” But Imberlick could nee fermore. |
| Cai, if an Illy cry,
“Dunair!”
Cai, if an Owsie lie zerutch. Cai, if an Elwith sigh, “Ferair!” A Twaddle gare is overmuch. |
| The Gurck rang haze and
ree, “Noo, nye!
I irre nay from ratch and twack! The Twaddle, so, by me ferdye!” And Imberlick ree, “No! Ferback!” |
| The Gurck, by fare an
omniroo,
An absolissimus ruferfull say, With coperociousness terroo, Noo figgery ruse his way. |
| Cai, if an Illy cry,
“Dunair!”
Cai, if an Owsie lie zerutch. Cai, if an Elwith sigh, “Ferair!” A Twaddle gare is overmuch. |
| The Twaddle lang full
saferee,
But everso, his fearilly ratch Clang a farrowless lapferee And goo the sperrilly doon for zatch! |
| But the Gurck, with oralless
fay,
Cam the Twaddle from the roo And, with overtwack ferslay The garrilly Twaddle who ratch neroo! |
| Cai, if an Illy cry,
“Dunair!”
Cai, if an Owsie lie zerutch. Cai, if an Elwith sigh, “Ferair!” But ne'er a Twaddle for Gurck too much! |
| This may seem like utter
nonsense, especially if you are not familiar with Lewis Carroll's, “Jabberwocky.”
Believe it or not, “The Twaddle and the Gurck” is a delightfully chilling
fable that becomes clearer when read aloud. Onomatopoetically speaking,
it works for my live audiences, so I present it, here, in its original,
“otherworldly” language and form. I would like to hear what you think
of it, especially as a written, rather than as a performed work.
Do you need to have it translated? Well, CLICK
HERE!
Travis Edward
Pike, Otherworld Cottage, 1999
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