MOGNIFICAT (author unknown, based on Jabberwocky by Lewis Carrol) Tis foggish, and the Moonlight Mog, Steals stealthily towards the treeline Then pussy-foots around the bog In search of fun and frolics feline. But wait, beware, my macho-mog, Miss Mew has claws that scratch and scrawl! And shun old Monster-Mut the dog, Who skulks beneath her garden wall. That fiercesome Dobermanly beast Guards poor Miss Mew with gruesome growl, He'll grind your bones in grubsome feast! But Mog leaps up with scaresome scowl. "That caddish cur, I'll ruff his scuff And pack his pooch in Kitty-litter, He's dogged my paw-prints long enough", Yowls Mr. Mog, that witty critter. And straight he stromps with snip-snap jaws To mug that mut in gruesome brawling, The air is filled with loathsome roars And growling wailing caterwauling. Till Monster-Mut yells "Help, please stop!" As he, that dreadful drooling doggins Is crushed , with one karate chop, And falls, beneath the wrath of Moggins. Oh purrfect day, hip hip hurray, Miss Mew, delighted, spits a spat, And in her frenzy spews her spay, "Come to my arms, Mognificat!, You zapped that monster with one blow, A nobler Mog was never born!" And wimpy pooch, with tail hung low, Slopes fast away, across the lawn. Tis muggy, but Miss Mew and Mog Sit paw in paw, a perfect match, To snogg and snuffle in the fog, Then make out, in the briar patch. Jabberwocky (by Lewis Carroll) '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 snatch, 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. Then 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 whuffling through the tulgey wood, and burbled as it came! One, two!  One, two!  And through and through the vorpal blade went snicker-snak! 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! Oh, frabjous day!  Calloo!  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.

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