'Twas rollog, and the minim potes Did mime and mimble in the cafe; All footly were the Philerotes, And Daycadongs outstrafe. Beware the Yallerbock, my son! The aims that rile, the art that racks, Beware the Aub-Aub Bird, and shun The stumious Beerbomax. He took Excalibur in hand: Long time the canxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Jonbul tree, And stood awhile in thought. Then, as veep Vigo's marge he trod, The Yallerbock, with tongue of blue, Came piffling through the Headley Bod, And flippered as it flew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COVERING WINGS by KATHERINE MANSFIELD REGARDING CHAINSAWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH ENVOYS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE PASSING OF THE EX-SLAVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PENNIWIT, THE ARTIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |