My own version of Jabber Wocky

Twas brilliant in the darkest cove,
Did flit and foam did the waves.
All quiet was the loudest grove,
And the fairies roamed about the caves.

"Beware the Smoking Red, my child!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the great black bird and run,
Talons won't hesitate to snatch."

He took his vestial sword in hand,
Long time the dreaded foe he sought.
So rested he by the tum tum tree
And pondered awhile in thought.

And in a state of terror he stood.
The Smoking Red with eyes of flame,
Came tearing through the tangled wood, And bellowed as he came.

Miss, hit! Hit, miss! And blow by blow,
The valient beast had met its match.
So with Red dead, he took Smoking head,
And started home with his catch.

"So hast thou slain the Smoking Red?
Now give me a hug, brave young child!
Drink through the day, dance the night away!"
He chuckled in his joy.

Twas abysmal in the brightest cove.
was calm and chill in the waves.
All clamorous was the stillest grove,
And all was lifeless in the caves.