About the Poem
Max recounts an imagined meeting with Lewis Carroll, the master of nonsense verse, in a poem which is overflowing with neoligisms.
Category
Style
Nonsense poem
Length
12 lines
Key Stage
KS2, KS3
Author
Max Scratchmann
A Summer Stroll with Lewis Carroll
Lewis Carroll, he went a-walking, one blustery summer’s day,
And bumped into the Fluttersnoop, in the merry month of May.
Good Snoop, how do you rumble, in the slimy tove and stew,
And how are all the Moomraths, who used to live with you?
Good Sir, they are slip-sloth, and skoobered to a man,
But seven of them are schlepping in the back of that green van,
The rest they are out slothing, upon the snow and ice,
And doing sneckville sneckabunds, which really aren’t nice.
Snowbuff, snowbuff, the poet mused, sniganda do za roo,
I have to say I wouldn’t have a zot sarong like you.
The Snoop he cried a crystal tear, he sniffed, indeed it’s ronsense,
I’m glad that I bumped into you, you speak such fluent nonsense.
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