'Was Berlin, and the slight the copes
Did jar in jumble in the Wade;
All Lindsay were the borrow groves,
And the mowed grass out grade.

"Be where the Jasper walk, my son!
The jaws that bike the clause that catch!
Be where the jejune bird, and shined
The from yes dander snatch!"

He took his for Paul sword in hand:
Longtime the maxim though he sought-
So wrested he by the time country,
And stood a while and thought.

And, as an unofficial thought he stood,
The jobber walk, with eyes of flame,
Came whistling through the told he would,
End burbled as it came!

12! One too! And through and through
The four ball blade when snicker snack
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And has to foul sleigh in the jobber walk?
Come to light arms, might be meshed boy!
Zero fractious day! Call Lou! Delay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'To West Berlin, and the slight the totes
Did dryer and jumble in the way,
All McKenzie or the borough groves,
And the mall rats out grade.

(Jabberwocky dictated by Doug Mclean, 10/3/2000)