Clamberwhirl

I loved the poem "Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll, because it really didn't matter what the poem was about. It was fun poem that had a special play on words. I then decided to write my own "Jabberwocky" (if you can call it that).

Up and down that mustic trail the Clamberwhirl when pitter-pat!
It's eye was grue and toes were blue.
Mushy-gushy was his blubber, flubber fat,
that slippered along like glue.

No mortal has seen the Clamberwhirl;
but in the cabes he's there I'm forsure!
His sticky glime and all that churl
can be spotted in the cowhoppers fur!

I set out to find this rugly beast,
to prove the myth wasn't bogus.
I was scafraid; I wasn't going to be his feast,
so I wore amoureeves, clorts, and hogus.

The glump-glump trees and ginormous trees,
were wobbling and vlopping in the sky.
Three days it had been and all I'd found were jabbing bees,
bettle bums, and crawling creasts oh my, oh my!

Starving for some digestable food I search fro and to.
but the only thing I found were snip-snip beans and broaches.
A Squisp, a Scwashup what was I to do,
for up ahead I saw it, and slowly it approaches.

Down the mustic trail the Clamberwhirl was pitter-patting!
It's eyes were grue and toes were blue.
Mushy Gushy was his blubber, flubber fattening,
that slippered towards me like glue!