'Twas brillig, and half-bak’ry stoves,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All flaky the viennoiserie,
And globaltourniquabe.

"Beware the UnaBubb, my son!
The egnor wit, that Sealy bite,
Beware the Jutta bird, and pun
On waugsqueake’s entries trite

So taking demi-bread in hand,
Long time the Panic Pin he sought-
So rested he in the Film Noir Home,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in bakish thought he stood,
The UnaBubb, with pen aflame,
Came waffling through the bak’ry wood,
And burbled as it came!

One two! One two! And through and through
The yeasty loaf went snicker-snack!
He left Dog Ed, and monkfish head
And went Aubsterging back.

"And hast thou slain the UnaBubb?
And Susen too? And Dr Bob?
O Thumbwax Day! Beauxeault, Hooray!
Rod’s Tiger and his mob!”

'Twas brillig, and half-bak’ry stoves,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All flaky the viennoiserie,
And globaltourniquabe.

-- goff, Jun 05 2001

Yes. That'll do.
-- angel, Jun 05 2001


Shouldn't it be "Halfawocky"?
-- bookworm, Jun 05 2001


I've been slain!!!! After 2004 years of wars, famines, witch hunts, plagues, mobs, natural disasters, cultural shifts, and silver bullets....to die in the halfbakery just isn't right!

At least I died with my boots on and in good company. Damn, UnaBubba, see you on the other side ;-)
-- Susen, Jun 05 2001, last modified Jun 06 2001


Oh. Yeah. Right. Ignore what I said before <wink>
-- Susen, Jun 05 2001


Nicely done, my beamish boy!
-- DrBob, Jun 11 2001


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need more neologism
-- xandram, Jun 27 2013



random, halfbakery