Jabberwocky, Part 2
Come my darlings, I’ve a story
Come, my sweets, I have a tale
Now I promise it’s not gory
I assure you it’s not stale.
It’s about a thing that’s dirty
And it’s got a nasty smell
It’s a thing that’s rather gritty
As it oozes up your well.
It’s about a thing that’s slimy
As it slithers through your door
It’s about a thing that’s climby
As it wriggles up your stair.
It’s about a thing that’s creepy
It’s about a thing that’s tall
How it slithers while you’re sleepy
How it glides on up the hall.
It’s about a thing that’s crawly
As you get your beauty sleeps
It’s about your mighty folly
As it in your bedroom creeps.
It’s about the little locky
How you didn’t get it closed
How the crawly jabberwocky
Found its way up to your toes.
Can you hear the munchy crunchy?
As it nibbles on your feet?
Can you feel how you’re its lunchy
As your legs it finds quite neat?
Soon oh soon I fear this story
It will have a screeching halt
And it’s turned out rather gory
And, I fear, it’s all your fault!
If only, yes, if only
You had locked your door tonight
Your legs would all be bone-ly
And you’d see the morning light.
But alas your heart is chewy
And the jabberwocky’s starved
And your brain is rather gooey
As your skull my teethies carved.
So for now I end my munchy
And for now I end my lunch
As I finish up this bunchy
Crunchy munchy crunch crunch crunch.