Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! October 1st is here and I can post another poem. I just love this poem - always have, ever since I can remember. The poem makes me chortle. You can bet your slithy toves that my Spellcheck hates this poem. The poem is basically utter nonsense, made up of nonsense words, many of which are now in fairly frequent usage among questionable persons like myself: brillig! gyre! frumious! beamish! galumphing! (I do galumph frequently.) And did you know that some people have named their daughters Mimsy? This is a truism!
JABBERWOCKY
Lewis
Carroll
(from Through the Looking-Glass
and What Alice Found There, 1872)
`Twas
brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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, has 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.
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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