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Shilpa KarhikJabberwocky - a poem by Lewis Carroll
October 29th 2007 00:01
Lewis Carroll
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.
"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 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!
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.
Jabberwocky
Review in Poem by Dexter
Monday morn and adventure smiles,
Laughter enough for the Python crew,
Good enough for you.
Imaginary creatures, fantastical prose,
Franderlows aside the tragsty of ixezstrar flees,
Dr Suess and Roald Dahl conjured this thought too,
What is a wabe?
Perspective of words their own, a unique vision of dimensions.
Armed with sword, young hallucinations of slaughtering beasts,
Mothers worship for young, returning home in glee to be,
Victory and prize repeated, the genre spirals of dull colours.
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Comment by Damo
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Comment by Dexter
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I've always loved this one too, an adventure into creative prose.
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