A Nonsense Verse

In view of the weather - and the season - I've decided to go Lewis Carrolling.

Glinterseen

'Tis brillig. Even turvid geese

Scrab and skibble on the ice.

All plegged in frost, the mangleferns

Now stand like branklets in a vice.

Beware the Blizzapest, my friend;

Never let it griff your prawl;

Flink before your crastanates

Become entrundled in its grawl.

But now, too late! The Blizzapest

Dispaculates the wintled ground,

Plittering the undergroan

And cratting rocks that dring besound.

Glinterblades skiddance on ice;

Grundling stones zoom round the shpeel.

While the brattering Blizzapest

Friddens all within its greel.

Enjoy your weather, wherever you are; and enjoy, as best you can,

the dreaded Frantic Season.