Lewis Carroll lost his tongue
On conversation's sharpest wrung,
And grappled words and verbal dung.
The civilized pollution rang
With vocal voice and door-slammed band,
And in the interim he sang.
And everywhere the sewage welled,
A nonsense greater than his swelled.
He knew with reason how it smelled.
And taking leave with acid wit,
He tried to get the best of it
And sought no sense in what was writ.
We know the facts laid in verse
But never heed his warnings, terse,
The tangled words point like a curse.
"Beware the Jubjub bird," my friend,
And don't let vocal creatures in
To augment our tone deafening din.
Jay Cohen