Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberduck, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
The jaws that bite!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shunThe frumious Bandersnatch!"
Ack! A 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 soaked awhile in thought.
Soaking in uffish thought
And as in uffish thought he stood soaked,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
Burbling typist-tummy monster
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.
Galumphing back
"And hast thou slain the Jabberduck?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
Beamish Boy
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Based on Jabberwocky poem by Lewis Carroll
Goerge you are quite the poet.
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Nicely done George. Poetry and photos v.funny.
ReplyDeleteMack - Thanks buddy.
ReplyDeleteConfucius - *bows* thank you, my friend
Mummy is laughing sooooo hard, she thinks you are the funniest ducky ever (don't tell Baby Duck)
ReplyDeleteFluffle and Rumble - Do not worry, I will not tell Baby Duck.
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