My Word, How Really Awful

A word from a poem should give rise to something written for GloPoWriMo Day 29 – the first and most distinctive one I thought of was ‘Jabberwock’ but I can’t labour that again completely. I’ll just bounce between Shakespeare, Carroll, and Colonialist

When William Shakespeare
invented a word,
What happened I fear
Was rather absurd;
Becoming part of
Vocabulary
(So, that, the start of
Word ‘critic’ would be.) 

Lewis Carroll, though
Discovered the trick
Of making-up so
The words would all stick
As his invention,
(Toves; raths; all will know,
As every mention
Galumphing may go.) 

This, I will attempt …
A smelf with a plong?
To improve his scent
Takes stonkter along.
And when his well-health
Becomerings bad
A pilbroke makes wealth
From this surry lad. 

A snoozesack he buys
From a slumbersmiff
‘Want a ploh,’ he cries,
‘Snoozesack to go wiff!’ …
What’s this that I hear
You screechfully say?
‘Just you dish a peer,
And then steigh aweigh!’?

OK

© April 2017 Colonialist