THE NYUM-NYUM
An anonymous poem
- HE Nyum-Nyum
chortled by the sea,
- And sipped the wavelets green:
- He wondered how the sky could be
- So very nice and clean;
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- He wondered if the chambermaid
- Had swept the dust away,
- And if the scrumptious Jabberwock
- Had mopped it up that day.
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- And then in sadness to his love
- The Nyum-Nyum weeping said,
- I know no reason why the sea
- Should not be white or red.
-
- I know no reason why the sea
- Should not be red, I say;
- And why the slithy Bandersnatch
- Has not been round to-day.
-
- He swore he'd call at two o' clock,
- And now it's half-past four.
- "Stay," said the Nyum-Nyum's love, "I think
- I hear him at the door."
-
- In twenty minutes in there came
- A creature black as ink,
- Which puts its feet upon a chair
- And called for beer to drink.
-
- They gave him porter in a tub,
- But, "Give me more!" he cried;
- And then he drew a heavy sigh,
- And laid him down, and died.
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- He died, and in the Nyum-Nyum's cave
- A cry of mourning rose;
- The Nyum-Nyum sobbed a gentle sob,
- And silly blew his nose.
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- The Nyum-Nyum's love, we need not state,
- Was overwhelmed and sad;
- She said, "Oh, take the corpse away,
- Or you will drive me mad!"
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- The Nyum-Nyum in his supple arms
- Took up the gruesome weight,
- And, with a cry of bitter fear,
- He threw it at his mate.
-
- And then he wept, and tore his hair,
- And threw it in the sea,
- And loudly sobbed with streaming eyes
- That such a thing could be.
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- The ox, that mumbled in his stall,
- Perspired and gently sighed,
- And then, in sympathy, it fell
- Upon its back and died.
-
- The hen that sat upon her eggs,
- With high ambition fired,
- Arose in simple majesty,
- And, with a cluck, expired.
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- The jubejube bird, that carolled there,
- Sat down upon a post,
- And with a reverential caw,
- Gave up its little ghost.
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- And ere its kind and loving life
- Eternally had ceased,
- The donkey, in the ancient barn,
- In agony deceased.
-
- The raven, perched upon the elm,
- Gave forth a scraping note,
- And ere the sound had died away,
- Had cut its tuneful throat.
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- The Nyum-Nyum's love was sorrowful;
- And, after she had cried,
- She, with a brand-new carving knife,
- Committed suicide.
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- "Alas!" the Nyum-Nyum said, "alas!
- With thee I will not part,"
- And straightway seized a rolling-pin
- And drove it through his heart.
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- The mourners came and gathered up
- The bits that lay about;
- But why the massacre had been,
- They could not quite make out.
-
- One said there was a mystery
- Connected with the deaths;
- But others thought the silent ones
- Perhaps had lost their breaths.
-
- The doctor soon arrived, and viewed
- The corpses as they lay;
- He could not give them life again,
- So he was heard to say.
-
- But, oh! it was a horrid sight;
- It made the blood run cold,
- To see the bodies carried off
- And covered up with mould.
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- The Toves across the briny sea
- Wept buckets-full of tears;
- They were relations of the dead,
- And had been friends for years.
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- The Jabberwock upon the hill
- Gave forth a gloomy wail,
- When in his airy seat he sat,
- And told the awful tale.
-
- And who can wonder that it made
- That loving creature cry?
- For he had done the dreadful work
- And caused the things to die.
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- That Jabberwock was passing bad--
- That Jabberwock was wrong,
- And with this verdict I conclude
- One portion of my song.
"The Nyum-Nyum" is reprinted
from A Nonsense Anthology. Ed. Carolyn Wells. New York:
Charles Scribner's Sons, 1915. |
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