Class project by like Lewis Carroll in Jabberwocky

Clockwork’s Belromerant

Twas ryhime and nigh behimey,
The Cloktime beumped the relaced doframe.
Toock’s granotch’s crelineyed loutly,
And he became awaledge of cannight and The Woradane.

Behold the wineese as taide yori,
With reuit chebrries and berrue rosowers slacked on the brable.
Sweet berapan winry with cru-re-ead witopped bulye,
The Toock can’t eathng no matard he tries.

Toock cheray waaped round The Woradane,
Alonder! His hegart stilyreg fralooped.
A prember Toockwa stood under the eerie cannight,
She was bent in a dagacer benétwer the briweat berfri.

With a tapleped and a barounced he took her kiwend,
A timall tureft and a bedig tirent till she aleceb awaledge.
She was luyvafil seolking about at the brable,
She bowed to the Gizmo Monkey’s and the Elephonkies who cajopped.

Cloktime chirymed it was almost weeb time,
The Tookwa bowed to him for a daltce stranght she began to sigat.
They had timall time her jerints were yet unpainted,
Master, Maker, Creator, rarely left them as bralin wood, unmade, undone.

Both swiffled as their bojint slowly came to a stop,
The clocks timed to a ryhime a sornful song.
Tolry, Snicfle, the sprukoo sounded,
The Lover’s were stuck next to the bruit and wineese.

Brilght, cruel in it’s invasion,
Maestro, fauin, was unaware of his wares pliblem.
Loving Creator took his simplain Toockwa,
And left his Toock on the brable.
The Cockmaker citsked at his naughty creations,
Jar’s timall and talrged lined in gollod, blucsh, prosiped,
Gentle Brush dignipping gesotly,
He painted, sarwoely, the Toockwa with a slovingly smile.