Epiloggy
Epiloggy (by Blewhis Barrel) |
Jabberwocky (by Lewis Carrol) |
|
---|---|---|
![]() |
![]() |
|
‘Twas Britten, and the slidy specs
Did gyre and gimble down the nose; All flimsy were the borrowed kecks, And the tone rows outphrose. |
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogroves, And the mome raths outgrabe. |
|
“Beware the Epilogue, my son!
The slurs that split, the trills that catch! Beware the “bub-bub” slurred, and tongue The curious transposed patch!” |
“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 horn in hand:
Long time his manxome place he sought- So counted he on the Rostrum tree. And stood a’lost and fraught. |
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. |
|
Attacking huffish notes he stood;
The Epilogue, with cries of pain, Came whiffling from the offstage wood, And burbled as it came! |
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! Oh phew, we’re through!
The vorpal horn went splitter-splatt! He left it dead, and with that fled. He had to take it back. |
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. |
|
“Ah, thou hast slain the Epilogue!
Come drink a pint of Beamish, boy! O frabjous day! (the critics say)”, He fnortled in his joy. |
“And hast though slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” He chortled in his joy. |
|
‘Twas Britten, and the slidy specs
Did gyre and gimble down the nose; All flimsy were the borrowed kecks, And the tone rows outphrose. |
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogroves, And the mome raths outgrabe. |
|
©1997 Pip Eastop |
||
Oct 25, 2008 | Categories: hornplaying, publications | Tags: Britten Serenade, Epilogue, Poem, slurs, tone row, transposition, trills, vorpal horn | Leave A Comment »