Literature:Jabberwocky/Brooding

Chaabuhrwakee — Jabberwocky

—by Clyde P. Riddlesbrood, after Lewis Carrol

Brilig eram, daebuh tofo slaithee ga Aikeed ee’gimbel’awyaa waeb Mimzee khogra eram barogofo ga Daebuh momraalth autgraeb.	It was the Time of Choosing, and the slithery Horn-Badgers, Spun and bored into the wet hill. All of the Average Folk were wishy-washy, As were the bloviations of The Man.
A’khlat aachaabuhrwak, oolshawkesing Naashkas ai’meeth, slaashkas ai’greeth, A’khlat aadar feloogee, a’maubrooding Peroonoo draugekae ga, ai’thleeth!	Beware the BigBad Boss, O Son of the Founder, Jaws that bite, claws that grab, Beware the raucous mob, and cast out Those bitterly-angry wheezing minions
Fo egreeth iskeethee staizakhee fol Raitleste oodraet fo eegraukhing raigraw Fo aidoogren’ eedauthlishi awchee ilnateelee Daeb’ uhfloothlaakhtuhng aw tlau baw.	They grasped their vorpal swords For a long time they sought the wicked enemy They jokes with the crowd of giggling idiots And disguised themselves in good thoughts.
Tootlend’ uhfloothlaakhtuhng f’aw etsheloog uhfee Chaabuhrwak ga chee loo ai aekhlaat Eesed uhwifling aataw aasawnith taageezee Uhbuhrbuhl otlai onathal bashen aat’	While hid as oafish travelers The Enemy with eyes that burn Came whiffling through the urban forest Subjugating all as it came through.
Wen raich! Wen raich! Aataw, aataw! Zaekat staizakhee ga izaung! Fo aazak aebashen, shenga chee floothlaakh basheln Fo aamauplet otlai uhlzebir aitaung.	One two! One two! Through, through! The deadly blades whooshed! They killed it, and then with its head They returned to camp, triumphant.
Hlai aazak sloo aachaabuhrwak ga? Sloo’ shleskazaetae faanseelh, otnadelthing zaneepdae! O, haudrith plinthlae, kaaloo, kalae! Fosh oohawtkeg otlai plinthlae.	Have ye slain your Arch-Enemy? You artful weapons, you clever caravan! Oh, joyful time, ye chivalrous and personable heroes! He chortled joyfully.
Brilig eram, daebuh tofo slaithee ga Aikeed ee’gimbel’awyaa waeb Mimzee khogra eram barogofo ga Daebuh momraalth autgraeb.	It was the Time of Choosing, and the slithery Horn-Badgers, Spun and bored into the wet hill. All of the Average Folk were wishy-washy, As were the bloviations of The Man.