The Dobbenmore:

“People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.” -Anton Chekhov

The Dobbenmore a whyly beast,

Kprunking along searching for a feast….


A grapoling creature with eyes of fire,

Swiping for creatures this game cannot tire.

Feared by men, devourer of all,

Charged crungaly along, this shall be a ball.


Fastly enough the tilopine thin,

The drembal Dobbenmore approaches for him.

A battle royale this one shall be,

The Dobbenmore is crantiful, flunch and free,

The Dobenmore abailes, approaching thee.


The Lodod senses the Dobbenmore unrest,

Old enemies re-united here a-breat….


The creatures charge upon the moor,

One lets out a flumbly roar.

Lodod with his claws ejected,

Ripped out his heart death respected.


So there upon the floor,

The Dobbenmore’s plan is flaw.

Laid upon the moor to rest.


Lodod a glorious hero stemine,

Glorified creature, tale of time.


(Please don’t copy or reproduce this poem. It is inspired by Lewis Carroll’s ‘The Jabberwocky’.)


There is a new creative writing competition on the theme of haiku:

It may be follow the normal syllable pattern 5 7 5 or traditional Japanese style. For assistance with this click here.

The competition will run up to the 10th of December and may follow any theme. The winner’s work will be published on my blog and I will link to them in all posts for a week.
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