Silly Gun Poem

I felt like playing. :)

EvylRobot started it:

Black and blocky
was the Glocky
that did slay
the Jabberwocky.

Followed by Jennifer:

Asked did he
upon demise
What could be
the caliber size.

Sarah* continued with:

Jabberwockies, so hard to slay,
will go down if they are shot
with a round starting with “four”
and bearing the name Gold Dot.

Even though I wasn't tagged, I felt moved to write the following:

The Jabberwock, not known for wit
is easy to be stalked.
You merely find a place to sit
and leave him to be Glocked.

He comes galumphing, trailing drool
and doesn't glance my way.
Oh, shit! No Vorpal-ammo, Fool!
He lives to die another day.

Anyone up for more verses? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

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*Sarah can be found in my sidebar, under "Cranky Chicks with Guns", but blogger won't let me link in the body of the post.
Feel free to continue the epic!

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Lissa, at "Looking for Lissa" in my blogroll (blogger just doesn't like wordpress links, Y'all!), composed the following in comments:

And as in uffish thought she stood,
The Goblin-wock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the front-door wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! NOT through-and-through
My lil' Siguette went snicker-snack!
The four nine-mil's quite turned its head
And put him on his back.

She's quite awesome, isn't she?