ONWARD THE NOSEYBUM
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Their heads are green,
and their hands are blue,
and they went to sea in a sieve.
Laying eggs inside a paper bag,
the reason you will no doubt see,
to keep the lightning out, all mimsy
were the borogoves.
http://www.napowrimo.net/2012/04/day-25/
We Write Poems Day 25: NaPoWriMo
A centos poem borrows lines from other poems to create a new one. These lines were borrowed from Morgenstern’s Das Nasobēm, Christopher Isherwood from his Poems Past and Present, Edward Lear’s, The Jumblies, Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky.
What a gorgeous, fun weaving of words! Silly sailors. I think I shall spend my day being “all mimsy.”
Love this, Misk.
I was born to be silly, so that bit comes quite naturally.
Glad you like it, De!
This looks great Misky!
Thank you very much!
This was much more fun to read than mine! Good job.
Very very interesting exercise ~~ hmm!!
Hi, Misky. It’s up! http://vincegotera.blogspot.com/2012/04/day-25-napowrimo-poem-day.html Hope you like it! Let me know.
It’s wonderfully flattering and I’m sincerely grateful to you. Thank you, Vince, and I hope you have a lovely day!
“Life what is it but a dream”…that was the line I repeated in my high school’s production of Alice. And I had images of MacBeth’s weird sisters as well. Very cool.
Thank you so much, Lara. I’m glad that it sparked a few memories for you.