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.
