13 Dec 2012 2 Comments
in Poetry, Something Borrowed, Something New Tags: Amy McCoy, Bonnie McCoy, Jabberwocky, John Reeder, Lewis Carroll, Poetry, Tanya Anor
Artwork by Tanya Anor
“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
But flangrous boy had tasted blood
And vorpal sword mawthed more–
“My arms, my arms, my bloody arms!”
His father splied and swore.
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22 Jan 2012 16 Comments
in Poetry, Published, Something Borrowed, Something New Tags: Amelia Anthony, Jabberwocky, Lewis Carroll, Poetry, The Purple Treehouse, The Thorn, Tom Belliveau
There once were three piggies with three types of wit
And three little wolves who were of the same knit.
The pigs were named Abel and Lincoln and Babe;
While the wolves were named Cain, Davis, and Sacrebleu.
(You thought that last line should have rhymed, didn’t you?)
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