After Lewis Carroll

 

 

“It’s a Snark!” was the sound that first came to their ears,

  And seemed almost too good to be true.

The announcement was greeted with clapping and cheers

  From the weary, demoralised crew. 

 

“Are you sure?” cried the Bellman, “It’s awfully dark, 

  And they’re hard to distinguish by day.

Don't forget that a Boojum looks just like a Snark, 

  But can make a man vanish away!”

 

“Never fear,” called the Baker, “My reckoning's right,

  For the smell’s quite distinctive, you see;

It's a blend of Disraeli and Turkish Delight

  With a hint of the South China Sea.”

 

As the Baker expounded upon his belief

  He emerged with the prize he’d acquired,

And the company let out a sigh of relief,

  For the Snark was a Snark, it transpired.

The Hunting of the Snark (Alternative Ending)

© 2019 by Rob Stuart