Libatha

One of  many of my good friends is leaving next year, so I talked to my friend William Shakespeare, and he pulled out an earlier draft of the Jabberwocky and gave it to me via text messsage. Let me just say that this was Mr. Shakespeare's impression of The Libatha, and I may agree with some of it, but still I think that it is funny that he wrote this about his deranged poodle, named elisabeth, and my friend, who we nicknamed the Libatha, also along with the poodle, kinda a little relates to this poem.

'Twas sunset, and the pinkalicious sky    Did bacon and poo bars in the wind; All dirty was the tap floor,    And the libatha wraths begin. "Beware the Libitha, my dearie    The eyes that burn, the souls they catch! Beware the gingerbird, and shun    The furious libbysnatch!" She took her Vera Bradley lunchbox in hand;    It's a long time till lunch starts she thought— So rested she by the deadly water fountain tree,    And many souls she caught. And, as in scary thought she stood,    The libatha, with hair of pain, Came jeteing through the ACMA wood,    And burped as she came! One, two! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight! And through and through    her vicious soul catching lunchbox went NOM, NOM! she sucked the soul dead, and with its head    she went jeteing back. "And who will slay the libatha?    Come to the ballet barre, my beamish Ms. Ravioli! O BAGEL day! CREAM CHEESE! Callay!"    I danced in her joy. 'Twas sunset, and the pinkalicious sky    Did bacon and poo bars in the wind; All dirty was the tap floor,    And the libatha wraths begin.