Poem: The Gaves and The Sempletoff

The Gaves and The Sempletoff

Simly slothy were the Gaves
As they skippity teppeled in the fromth
They glimpt loughing like the straves
Always arguing like rambling gromth!

Outhandish were the Sempletoff
Mothisly moden in keplingler broze!
Fanciful mousical tones of purple noff
Wandershun all the nebal crowds!

The Battle was on, bleached the leachly news
The wimstrels had been thus thymely chosen
On the face-off at the grimbly festival
Within the pranticle fancical mews!

Alas! The Gave rembling in Tozzertof
Broke into the festal parades
Scripitty snippity out jumped security
With their contaginous riotous brigades!

Awax flew the unhandly mousical Gaves
A singing twiddle-diddity debees
Creating in just three outhandish days
A cult of about a zizzillion degrees!

The Sempletoff pushed off in a tuffle
nor never we saw them at the grimbly festival
But in truth no one really cared a puffle
Since the Gaves did a twiffle and a bestival!

My favorite poem…besides, The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost, is Lewis Carroll’s The Jabberwocky…so, for the We Drink Monday Poetry Prompt:

“Emulation. Choose a poet whom you favor and emulate their work, from the style/movement (Romantic/Victorian, Urban, Pastorial, Fireside, Beat, etc.), to the genre, concept, form, and even feeling. Break it down as far as you can; study it and, if you dare, expound on it further with your very own voice.”

I tried to create a nonsense poem following the master’s lead, that speaks of a band “war” and how it came out. What you read above is the result!   Alas…I’m no Carroll…so be kind 😉

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!’
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

22 thoughts on “Poem: The Gaves and The Sempletoff

    • Thanks Sahm…I thought about it last night when I read the challenge…actually, my husband years ago did something similar in Italian…and we sent a copy to his niece. So, I said…why not…almost gave it up believe me…but in the end it was fun!

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        • Much simpler really…it’s a phonetic language easy to do quartains…and he just did the first (translated) line:

          Il Jabberwocky

          Era rombo, i fangagili chiotti
          girellavano e succhiellavano i pratiali
          tutti erano infoli e cenciopi
          e lo spirdito primaticcio murpissi

          His poem:

          Cilibilichette

          Cicisbei samarcandi inarcano sarcapiccichi e meringhi
          le carapanche restiose e rastrellanti;
          le cilibilichette santaline cantascendono simeriche nel ciclope turcolino
          scaloppe in stalla e caltafossi spartati margaritando.
          Mamaripicinchi pò samperi lere?
          Mirambo.
          ( Luciano neri , primavera 2011)

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  1. Love the Jabberwocky one of my all time favourites…great job… looks like I’m gonna have to choose someone else as you beat me to the punch… I’m leaning toward Ogden Nash…

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  3. Wow! I would have known you were emulating Carroll’s “Jabberwocky” without you saying a word! Amazing 🙂

    P.S. Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” is also a favorite of mine.

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  4. Wow Bastet, a truly amazing feat full of spirit and mania! I would have loved to read what you would have done with “The Road Not Taken,” also dear to me. 🙂

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