Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
It was Tuesday, and maybe wasps
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
flew around a bit ?
All mimsy were the borogoves,
Not sure, possibly Dutch Elm Disease
And the mome raths outgrabe.
To be honest, that doesn’t really help
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
They come over here…
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
With basic faculties in order
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
Now this is full-on Daily Express…
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
and this could be a rival newspaper.
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Probably the most effective way to use it
Long time the manxome foe he sought –
An opponent from the Isle of Man,
possibly lacking a tail.
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
Picking somewhere inconspicuous
And stood awhile in thought.
“Did I leave the gas on ? “
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
“I must have turned it off on my way out”
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Making an impressive entrance
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
then undermining it somewhat.
And burbled as it came!
Now it’s just embarrassed itself.
One, two! One, two! And through and through
Roadie poets set up the mics.
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
You can’t rely on anything can you ?
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
Hopefully making some arrangements
to get rid of the body
“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Be careful how you answer that
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
That’s like Guinness isn’t it ? Or Caffreys ?
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
A little hard to say, but sounds basically positive
He chortled in his joy.
Now, now, show don’t tell.
Incorporating “The Jabberwock” by Lewis Carroll