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[Alpha-Epsilon]

"It's wonderful how I jog
on four honed-down ivory toes
my massive buttocks slipping
like oiled parts with each light step.

I'm to the market. I can smell
the sour, grooved block, I can smell
the blade that opens the hole
and the pudgy white fingers

that shake out the intestines
like a hankie. In my dreams
the snouts drool on the marble,
suffering children, suffering flies,

suffering the consumers
who won't meet their steady eyes
for fear they could see. . .

. . .or that I'll turn like a beast
cleverly to hook his teeth
with my teeth. No. Not this pig."

[Bulsajo]

I'll see your half-arsed rime and raise you a Vogon sonnet:

See, see the couth sky
Marvel at its big mauve depths.
Tell me, Alpha-Epsilon do you
Wonder why the dong-kae ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel snotty.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your sovay facial growth
That looks like
spam.
What's more, it knows
Your test icicles potting shed
Smells of aphid droppings.
Everything under the big couth sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm jockstraps.

[Snowmeow]

JABBERWOCKY
Lewis Carroll
(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.


"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'

[Alpha-Epsilon]

Bulj fell for it, actually believing his drivel is derisive of quotations from a professional poet.