Zafnerhoff

'Twas hermth, and the yovet holifts
Did froom and flollic in the dage
All myrtle were the kilitops
And the apopt hume adadts


Be cautious of the Zafnerhoff, my son!
The jaws that tear, the claws that rend!
Beware the Hohhawk bird, and repel
The fuming furious Ganderend!

The archer took up his landid bow
Forever his mighty foe, he tracked
So he climbed the Tower of Barneth
And watched awhile in concern

And in cautious space, he dreaded
The Zafnerhoff with scales of chain
And eyes of hate.
It approached

Twing-twang! The arrows flew
With vorpal accuracy
And into the beast
They struck

It lie dead, slashing no more at him
With triumphant air he advanced
And skinned his trophy,
As a well earned reward

"Hast though slain the Zafnerhoff?!
Who wears the skin as his prize?
Oh glorious day!
The archer beamed with pride

'Twas hermth, and the yovet holifts
Did froom and flollic in the dage
All myrtle were the kilitops
And the apopt hume adadts

(Based off of Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll)