Gibberish

Sometimes, to kill time, I write whatever comes to my mind; jabberwocky.  The below is the product of nonsense thoughts. It almost killed me, when I read it.

A man adjusted his bow

And was trying to shoot a crow

The crow scoots away that made him sad

But the crow was very glad.

Coming out, he shouted with a rage;

There was a lonely hill’s sage

“Today is not your day,”

And he called him, and continued. “Let’s pray.”

The angry man was despair

And said he, “Life is not fair,

I have to fed my wife,

And she will cut me with a knife.”

The fair sage gave a sudden smile

And thought for a little while

Said he, “To fed your wife, you don’t kill,

Send her to me in the hill.”

The surprised man shouted on his face

And in-between them was a little space

And said he, “You dirty oaf,

Crow is my wife’s favorite loaf.”