Sleepy are these languid trees...

A very short poem, in the style of Lewis Carrol's 'Jabberwocky'.

   Sleepy are these languid trees

Whose leaves are whistled by the breeze

And slowly, silent, stilled to cease

The calmness of the pond

   While bristling down beneath there lurched

A beast of brutimounstrous girth

Come crashing through the undergrurth

And stomped the leaves anon

The End

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