It’s always enjoyable reading Jabberwocky.
Lewis Carroll’s utterly nonsensical poem written in 1872.
In the realm of nonsense poems, this is considered one of the greatest 🙂
Who said everything had to make sense in any case?
So as you go galumphing through the gyre & gimble of life,
Or have those uffish thoughts,
Clutch your vorpal sword & mark those frumious plots.
It will strengthen you.
I hope.
Have a frabjous Sunday.
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Jabberwocky
by
Lewis Carroll
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
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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.
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And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
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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.
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“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.
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`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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