areader
Butterfly gal
- Joined
- Jun 30, 2007
- Messages
- 118
With apologies to LC
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
In the big and brilliant light the lithe, slimy tree roves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
Leaves circle and gamble nimbly like wading weed
All mimsy were the borogroves,
All mimesis of misery...and in whimsy the burrough groves of boughs
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Become silent raging wraths grabbing outwards from their graves
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son,
Beware the jabbing jabbering warlock my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch.
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch.
Beware the jubjub bird, and shun
Beware the jubilant jubilee bird and shun
The frumious bandersnatch.'
Its furied fuming, the bandit robber snatch
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
He took his voracious empaling sword in hand
Long time the manxome foe he sought.
Long and anxiously the menacing fearsome foe he sought
Then rested he by the tum-tum tree,
Then rested he by the tumbling tumultous tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
And as in rough wolvish thought he stood
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
The Jabberwock with eyes of flame
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
Came whistling 'n riffling through the bulging wood
And burbled as it came!
And uttered and bubbled nonsense as it came
One! two! and through and through
One! two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snickersnack!
The blade cut lightly with a joyful whack
He left it dead, and with its head
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
He went galloping galumphing triumphant back
'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Come to my arms, my beaming boy!
O frabjious day! Calooh! Calay!'
Oh fabulous, rapturous, joyous day.
Call Horooh call Hooray
He chortled in his joy.
He chuckled and snorted in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
In the big and brilliant light the lithe, slimy tree roves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
Leaves circle and gamble nimbly like wading weed
All mimsy were the borogroves,
All mimesis of misery...and in whimsy the burrough groves of boughs
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Become silent raging wraths grabbing outwards from their graves
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son,
Beware the jabbing jabbering warlock my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch.
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch.
Beware the jubjub bird, and shun
Beware the jubilant jubilee bird and shun
The frumious bandersnatch.'
Its furied fuming, the bandit robber snatch
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
He took his voracious empaling sword in hand
Long time the manxome foe he sought.
Long and anxiously the menacing fearsome foe he sought
Then rested he by the tum-tum tree,
Then rested he by the tumbling tumultous tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
And as in rough wolvish thought he stood
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
The Jabberwock with eyes of flame
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
Came whistling 'n riffling through the bulging wood
And burbled as it came!
And uttered and bubbled nonsense as it came
One! two! and through and through
One! two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snickersnack!
The blade cut lightly with a joyful whack
He left it dead, and with its head
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
He went galloping galumphing triumphant back
'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Come to my arms, my beaming boy!
O frabjious day! Calooh! Calay!'
Oh fabulous, rapturous, joyous day.
Call Horooh call Hooray
He chortled in his joy.
He chuckled and snorted in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
