With apologies to Lewis Carroll...Twasn’t brilliant, and the
nighttime coves
Did show no sparkle in the waves:
Still shady were the darkening groves,
And the footpaths the same.
"Beware the Bladderwalk, my son!
Its fullness wakes, makes your breath catch!
Beware the gritted teeth, and shun
That nightytime Slumbersnatch!"
He took his blankets, warm, in hand:
Long time the prodigious urge he fought --
Still resting, he with bladder full,
He laid awhile in thought.
And, as in gloomy thought he lay,
The Bladderwalk did force-ly claim,
To come whiffling through the dark causeway,
And burble as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The blankets, warm, went snicker-snack!
He sprightly fled, into the ‘head’
Then went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Bladderwalk?
Then back to bed, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brilliant, and the
daytime coves
Did sparkle brightly in the waves;
NOT misty were the brightening groves...
And he never got to sleep again.