My bad poem

A  jabberwock a blabber mouth

now don't you get uncouth

its time to stop before you jot

some words regretted

mother fretted

dad 

looked on askance

while you did your dance

my dear young thing

my daughter

you shouldn't do things you didn't oughta

now look what you've done

seemingly for fun

tut-tut, fy-fy and hope to die

a death without much pain

and try to stay insane

is all I cry

don't hold the ball too long

just join in with the throng

and tow the rope up the slippery slope

of life

and make someone

an ever loving wife.