Jabberwocky Parodies

This one was especially fun. We read Lewis Carroll's "Jabberwocky" then each student wrote a parody, choosing his or her own "manxome foe".

KittieWocky
by Katelyn S.

‘Twas sunny and cheerfully blue
Jade vines smother the gray house
Stone steps lead the way for the shoe
The bell whines as a mouse

“Beware the Kittiewock, my child
The fur that makes you blow and sneeze
Beware the itchy eyes are wild
The fuzz mass makes you wheeze!”

She took her Claritin with her
Long time since she really used it
She thought and heard a mournful purr
Which she didn’t commit

The Kittiewock came with shrill cries
Paws tapped right in and sat the purebred
With pill and water she took prize
And gulped it with rye bread

“Hast thou slain the bothersome sneeze?
Great! Sit down and see the buffet
You are free of sniffles and cough
I’m glad you stayed. Yeah!”

‘Twas sunny and cheerfully blue
Jade vines smother the gray house
Stone steps lead away for the shoe
With one hair on her blouse

Finalwocky
by Laura Mueller

’Twas December, and the fall term
Was spiraling fin’ly to an end.
Fev’rish reviews of what was learn’d
Filled each student with dread.

“Beware of Finals Week, my child!
The essay tests, the scantrons green,
Beware the lack of sleep, and shun
The temptation of more caffeine!”

She took her practice test in hand;
“Can’t be too prepared,” she meekly said.
Now reached she for another coffee
And sat a while in dread.

And, as in worried thought she sat,
The Final Test, with questions a-blaze,
Came with the stealth of a jungle-cat,
Threat’ning to thrash her good G.P.A.

A, B! C,D! That’s false, no – True!
Her Number 2 pencil was flying.
Into the bin, she handed it in,
And left class for the last time.

“And have you aced the Final Test?
Come to my arms, my poor tired one!
You said that you could, I knew you would!
Till spring term, you are done!”

’Twas December, and Finals Week
Had spiraled fin’ly to a close.
And students all, prep, jock or geek,
Bid farewell to their woes.


Rockawocky
by Willy B.

‘Twas quiet on the empty stage
When four men came crashing in
First came Plant and Jimmy Page
Followed by Young and Brian Johnson

Beware Led Zeppelin my son!
The vocals that strain the riffs that shred
Beware the Robert Plant and shun
Mighty Page’s double neck that’s red

Young took his Gibson SG in hand
Had longed to face off the foe he sought
Young began to uncramp by the Marshall Amp
And stood a while in thought

And as Young turned his amp to eleven
The Mighty Page in his dragon suit
Opened with “Stairway to Heaven”
Accompanied by Robert’s flute

The crowd the crowd was loud and proud as
Young’s Gibson played out “Back in Black”
The Mighty Page hung his head in shame
As the crowd applauded Young’s track

And hast thou defeated the Zeppelin?
Let’s celebrate at the bar
Shake my hand cause we beat the band
Brian said as they got in the car.




Preppy Girls
by Kari C.

’Twas sunny and the silky gloves
did shy and giggle in the clique;
all clumsy in their new high doves
a gathering of chicks .

beware of the preppy girls ,my son
the jaws bleached white ,the claws that scratch !
beware of the pompom chicks and shun
the flirtatious snittersnatch !

i took my cover in my hand
and shielded myself as i ran
soon out of breath i sat right down
and slept safely from the frilly band .

in a flutter of my eyelids ,i awoke
the preppy girls ,with heads up so high !
coming down with diet cokes
looking in disgust, i sigh .

one two! one two! and shoo and shoo
their flying high heels went clickety-clack !
i escaped from them
and as i walked i never did look back .

and hast thou escaped the preppy girls?
come to my arms ,my beamish boy !
O what a happy day this is!
I giggled in my joy .

’Twas a sunny and silky gloves
did shy and giggle in the clique;
all clumsy in their new high dove
and a gathering of chicks .




Boardwalk-y
By Brandon Burns

Twas grandpa as the lone patrol
Did strut and search the condo hood;
All decked with flashlight and clipboard,
And the bylaws did no good.

“Beware the B.O.D., every one!
The laws that bend, the rules that slip!
Beware receipts that never come
And contractors as they dip!”

With his CC&R’s in hand;
The association he fought--
So rested he in his lazy boy,
And options he thought.

And, to the meeting he did go,
The B.O.D., all dressed in suits,
Came to the table in-the-know,
And stomping in their boots!

Check! One-two, one-two! Listen you
The CC&R’s went page turn!
He gave the few, his point of view
He set the Board adjourn.

“Hast thou lectured the B.O.D.?
Come fix bylaws, since you know all!
O what a big day! Check one! I say!”
His check list was so tall.

Twas grandpa as the lone patrol
Did strut and search the condo hood;
All decked with flashlight and clipboard,
And the bylaws now were good.


Airwalk-y
By Brandon Burns

‘Twas grip tape, and the waxy board
Did Volcom stickers slap the deck;
All urethane wheels toward the floor,
And Rodney Mullen wrecked.

“Beware the Bam Bend Air, flip trick!
The bones that bend, the feet that stick!
Beware the Hawk who Twists, the Mick
The Melon ain’t so sick!”

He took his skateboard wax in hand;
Long time the Bert Slide Alva sought--
So rested he by the empty pool,
And surf to skate he thought.

And, in awestruck thought Tony stood,
The Bam Bend Air, with back in pain,
Came Bam Margera one who could,
And confident as he came!

50-50! Something new
Alva T. went Kick Flip too!
He showed the crowd, and went old school
Alva T. that’s who.

“And hast thou conquered new school too?
Come to my shop, I’ll sponsor you!
O victorious day! Skater! Skate!”
Only the best will do.

‘Twas grip tape, and the waxy board
Did Volcom stickers slap the deck;
All urethane wheels toward the floor,
And Rodney Mullen wrecked.

Tennis Matchy
by Benjamin Mitchell

Twas humid and the heat waves rose
In a ghastly, blistering mist
While sweat streamed freely down my nose
And a sweatband tied around my wrist.

"Beware the Derry Brooks, my son!
The swift forehand, the overhead!
Beware his spin-balls, everyone
And make sure that you're fed."

I took my Babolat in hand:
Long time I glared into his eyes
I threw the ball and hit it hard
and then the war did rise!

He slapped a spin-ball hurtling back
I returned the ball with meaning,
He rushed the net and made a smack
I caught the ball by leaning.

Forehand! Backhand! The serves were few
My Babolat went thwick and thwack!
I hit it down the alley true
AND HE COULDN'T HIT IT BACK!!!
And have you beat the Derry Brooks?
Receive the prize, my skillful boy!
And you too beat him far by looks!"
cried Rick in purest joy.

Twas humid and the heat waves rose
In a ghastly, blistering mist,
While sweat streamed freely down my nose,
And a trophy shone within my fist!