Daffowocky: a poetic mash-up (I've had a request)
I constructed this for a Jómsborg the New society dinner some years ago (2008) and I'm still pleased with it.
Daffowocky
I wander'd lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Daffodils, my son!
The stems that bite, the leaves that catch!
Beware the Jasmine plant, and shun
The frumious Buttercup!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the floral foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
All at once he saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw he at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left them dead, and with their heads
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Daffodils?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!"
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
"O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
I wander'd lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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Daffowocky
I wander'd lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Daffodils, my son!
The stems that bite, the leaves that catch!
Beware the Jasmine plant, and shun
The frumious Buttercup!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the floral foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
All at once he saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw he at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left them dead, and with their heads
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Daffodils?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!"
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
"O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
I wander'd lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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