Old Poetry

My favorite poem is "The Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll. The imagery generated from this poem really enticed me as a kid and even now as an adult. This next poem I dug up from an old blog that I actually forgot I ever started and happened upon it by logging in with the wrong email address. I hope you enjoy it.

Doitley Doo

It came upon the east coast wamping,
wamping, wamping, rolling and stomping,
its skin of amber goo, and eyes of more than two,
it womped north and it womped south,
and glistening fangs sprung from its mouth.
And it roared "Doitley DOO, Doitley DOO!"

And the peasants did cry!
And the Trees and Flowers Died!
In the wake of Doitley Doo!

But a Hero came without a name,
with armor black and shiny,
He brought forth his sword
and without a word,
spanked the monster's hiney!

And the peasants did cry!
Hoorah Hoo-Rie!
For ridding them of the beast!

But a teacher found our Hero,
with his head there laid in rest,
and did wake him from his glory,
with drool upon his chest.