Weird Wednesday: Weird Poems

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Weird Wednesday: Weird Poems

I shared a poem from ee cummings last time, which I think was the weirdest, but Lewis Carroll penned this famous poem riddled with meaningless words.

Jabberwocky
’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 hast 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.

Just as odd is The Beatles song, I Am The Walrus

One, two, three

I am he as you are he, as you are me and we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly
I’m crying

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo-goo g’joob

Mister City policeman sitting pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run
I’m crying, I’m crying
I’m crying, I’m crying

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog’s eye

Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo-goo g’joob

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun
If the sun don’t come, you get a tan from standing in the english rain

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo-goo g’joob, g’goo goo g’joob
Expert textpert choking smokers
Don’t you think the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snied

I’m crying
Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower

Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar-Allan-Poe

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo-goo g’joob, g’goo goo g’joob
Goo goo g’joob, g’goo goo g’joob, g’goo…

Leon Stevens is a multi-genre author, composer, guitarist, songwriter, and an artist, with a Bachelor of Music and Education. He published his first book of poetry, Lines by Leon: Poems, Prose, and Pictures in January 2020, followed by a book of original classical guitar compositions, Journeys, and a short story collection of science fiction/post-apocalyptic tales called The Knot at the End of the Rope and Other Short Stories. His newest publications are the novella trilogy, The View from Here, which is a continuation of one of his short stories, a new collection of poetry titled, A Wonder of Words, and his latest sci-fi mystery, Euphrates Vanished.

My new book page: http://books.linesbyleon.com/