Thursday, October 15, 2009

Brezhnev Exeter Kipkin Silva


'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths 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 awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling 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!
O frabjous 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 raths outgrabe.

LoT has no end! http://bit.ly/117FZ9 DIES MERCURII VIII ID. OCT. VDCCLXX A.V.C.

6 comments:

Modeh B'Miktsas said...

Ah poetry.

Dowy said...

hey, i always knew the first line of this, never knew the author or the rest - thanks!

jewpublic club said...

What are thy talkest about?

sarabonne said...

I wonder what kinds of books you'll read to your future kids...

Cheerio said...

i love this. i just want to repeat these words over and over and over and over...

Mushkie said...

Wahoo alice in wonderland...