I can't believe it took me this long to think of posting THIS.
Day Eight, and I have clearly lost my mind. I love this poem, nonsense or not, and I'm typing it up from memory, and I know I'm not the only one amongst you who can do so. (And then I checked my book of nonsense verse to make sure I'd spelt everything right, and to get the graphology!)
In other news, and before I crack on with the poem, I want to draw people's attention to my detailed post about The London Film and Comic Con and why I'm prepared to organise any Cardiff residents who want to come, by sorting out Hotels and Transport, so long as I know in advance. It's on the 18th and 19th of July (a weekend) and it looks to be fantastic. Please, please, please read my post (linked above) for a list of guests and prices for entry, and if you do want to come, let me know.
Anyway, that done with, let's crack on with today's poem!
Jabberwocky
'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 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 it's head
He went galumphing back.
'And hast 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 gible in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Lewis Carroll
I might put it under a cut, if anyone's that bothered, but it's not that long, and I'd much rather leave it for people to read at a glance instead of having to open the whole entry up.
hope you all have/are having a frabjous day,
plum x.
In other news, and before I crack on with the poem, I want to draw people's attention to my detailed post about The London Film and Comic Con and why I'm prepared to organise any Cardiff residents who want to come, by sorting out Hotels and Transport, so long as I know in advance. It's on the 18th and 19th of July (a weekend) and it looks to be fantastic. Please, please, please read my post (linked above) for a list of guests and prices for entry, and if you do want to come, let me know.
Anyway, that done with, let's crack on with today's poem!
Jabberwocky
'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 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 it's head
He went galumphing back.
'And hast 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 gible in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Lewis Carroll
I might put it under a cut, if anyone's that bothered, but it's not that long, and I'd much rather leave it for people to read at a glance instead of having to open the whole entry up.
hope you all have/are having a frabjous day,
plum x.