Genterwocky
After a hard day of marching,
Sir Doocey stops by the Village Tavern
For a pint of beer and a pork pie.
The grim villagers stare at him.
“Do not travel on the forest road,”
warns a crusty old beak.
“And why is that, antique farmer?”
Sir Doocey grins indulgently.
“The Genterwocky is roaming tonight!”
Hisses the snaggle-toothed mistey,
“With claws that grab and jaws that bite!”
“Sure,” Sir Doocey smiles as he settles his bill.
“Not something a Secretary of State is concerned about!”
Sir Doocey takes off and swings into the dark hills.
He soon finds himself wandering in a thick green fog.
In the distance, a terrifying cry sounds through the valleys.
“URBAN CYCLING ROAD POLICYYYYYY…”
Sir Doocey shivers and hurries on.
A terrifying groan comes from the shadows:
“CARRRRBON EMISSIONSSSSS…”
“Is there anyone?” Sir Doocey shouts, trying to sound bold:
Yet his thin voice only vibrates in the cold air.
A blood-curdling howl follows in response.
“READ THEREEPPPPPOOOOOOOORRRTTT…. !”
Sir Doocey shudders and is overcome with blind panic,
And flee through the bushes.
He senses an eldritch presence following him.
Lord Doocey falls! And falls over with a sigh.
He turns and confronts the Creature of the Night.
The Genterwocky, with eyes of fire,
Comes sniffing through the tulgey wood:
And in her claws she waves a copy towards him
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