However, as this is my first posting I couldn't really resist adding a little blurb. I've been considering what would be appropriate to start with for a while now. I've settled on this, it is a bit of a derivation from my now standard style. I wrote this about two years ago now, but nonetheless it was my most popular piece... in my high school. It was for a creative writing class and the assignment was to immitate the style of the Jabberwocky, and so I did.
The Conkerbon
The Conkerbon sat upon a whispful kree green shore
All attiter for never a quitter to tell his craspful lore
He sat ’neath a furly wreath to tell of Krump and Krum
A tale of old of those so bold to steal the Copta Plum
A crowd gathered all of them slathered in bitter brun oil
To fink their fur and ensure their scales and flails shan’t boil
Rendall the big and Quendall the tig showed for the fruptious affair
And Bogaline with Rip Divine placed mortiis in their hair
During the tale Premley the whale drove up upon the beach
So Mr.Louth the tenant of mouth the sagas song could reach
The conch of Tor called for more and more of them did come
Tink and Tun to the shore did run increasing the crowded sum
Frip and Freen brought Potok the Queen in her Copler stretch throne
All arrived so none deprived sat each upon a stone
The Isle did creak and Gruck the meek jumped and ran from sight
For Hortu Catou of the ocean stew had lost all his might
The group so large on the seaborne barge had sapped the carriers power
With no one to hold the isle of Rold things began to turn sour
The land waned and the white waves maned swallowed the Strum place whole
So to the sea they paid their fee with every last soul
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