Seattle Jabberwalk

Seattle, and the wriving blobes
Did sime and bimble in the mair.
The frimsy ecyule bemmyobes,
And the pome groech outwair.

"Beware the Sub Yum Guk, my son!
Kimchee that bites! Ivar's that catch!
Beware the Seahawk Bird, and shun
The Slug No Whale Can Match!"

He took his sonner blade in hand,
Long time the gingrich foe he sought;
The rested he by the Esook Tree
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in epoph thought he stood,
The Sub Yum Guk, peppers aflame,
Came skorming through the cringly wood,
And burbled as it came!

One-two, one-two, and through and through,
His sonner blade went snickersnack!
He cut it dead, and with its head
The big galumph ran back.

"And hast thou slain the Sub Yum Guk?
Seattle's safe from Chinese Food?
Oh Thaizza day! Calloo Callay!
Let's go write something good."

Seattle, and the wriving blobes
Did sime and bimble in the mair.
The frimsy ecyule bemmyobes,
And the pome groech outwair.