Jabbing

’Tweak brim, and the slits tow
Did gyrfalcon and gimmicks in the WAC:
All min were the boron,
And the moment ratification outgrow.

“Beware the Jabbing, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Judaism bird, and shun
The frustrate Bandies!”

He took his vortex sword in hand:
Long time the many foe he sought —
So rested he by the Tumult tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in UFOs thought he stood,
The Jabbing, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffs through the tulip wood,
And burch as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vortex blade went snickered-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galvanic back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabbing?
Come to my arms, my beams boy!
O fracas day! Callous! Called!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Tweak brim, and the slits tow
Did gyrfalcon and gimmicks in the WAC:
All min were the boron,
And the moment ratification outgrow.

This version came from http://www.angelos.demon.co.uk/clare/literature/jabb-spell.html
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