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2004-10-18 2:45 PM Poetry from memory Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (3) Forgive my line breaks...typing from memory...
Jabberwocky 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe all mimsy were the borogoves and the mome wraths outgrabe "Beware the Jabberwock, my son The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the jubjub bird, and shun the frumious bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought -- So rested he by the Tumtum tree And stood a while in thought. And, as in uffish though he stood The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came wiffling through the tulgey wood And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack. He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! Oh frabjious day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy." 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe all mimsy were the borogoves and the mome wraths outgrabe Read/Post Comments (3) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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