Apologies to Lewis Carroll
’Twas votecrack, and the Cheese’d of Skin
Did Grump and Twitter in the night:
All Klimsy’d were his alt-right views,
And Nasty Women gave him fright.
“Beware the Drumpercrock, my girl!
The clod that bite, the maw that’s jabber!
Beware the Orangefaced Turd, and shun
The furious Pussygrabb’r!”
Took Vorpal pen in Tiny hand;
Ponscumm’d Bad Hombres that he sought—
So dozed he with Deplorebull’d fools
And drooled he there in Fuddled Thought.
And, as in pompous glare he stood,
The Drumpercrock, with Eyes of Bulge,
Came whiffling through the Golfcan Yuge,
Miss-spelling as it Grease-ly stomped!
One, two! three! six! Want cheeseburger! he whimpered Zwill,
His Vorpal cellphone insecure!
His SackPence blumph, intellect nil!
He jowls galumphing, “Crooked Hill!”
“And hast thou tamed the Drumpercrock?
Let’s build that wall, my Bigly boy!
O frabjous pee! CovfeeFeeFee!”
He Bannon’ed in his Frittled Sploy.
’Twas horr’bl, and the Cheese’d of Skin
His Putin o’er the grumbll sailed:
Flimsie’d t’were the old white men — SAD! —
And pink pussy tuques prevailed.
— macfayden nov. 9 2017
Post-script: This open-mic poetry event was a blast. Thanks to the Almanac for the always-groovy space, and to MC extraordinaire Michael Gravel and the Raving Poets Band for bringing the magic. Meanwhile, the Old Trout Puppet Workshop is back in town with its own peculiar version of Jabberwocky at the Roxy, 8529 Gateway Blvd, through Nov. 26. Liz Nicholls sets it up over at her 12th Night blog.
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