Hunting the Boojum
[Author's Note: This was a poem I wrote for a creative writing course in college. It is inspired, thematically, by Lewis Carroll's The Hunting of the Snark .] There was a time I thought to hunt a boojum, It having caused my friends to disappear, Die, have inverted colors. We asked Alice, anonymously, to lead us To this land of wonder that contains the boojum And other frabjuous things. Alice grabbed a darner, ready to impale. I sharpened and honed my blade, a vorpal affair, As I honed and sharpened my skills, running through the forest, Slaying that which fell into my path. Packing provisions, we found a flat-tailed accomplice Who was ready to leave the dam, giving nary a damn To his home, ready to help me gain my revenge. Grabbed he his cleaver and told me thus: “Beware the snark, my friend, His guise deceits, his snorm fossy. I shall snicker him in the end, with my cleaver, frubulent and gossy.” We went there thus from his house on the river And found the...