Slithy Again
'Twas brillig and the coach and four
Fell hurtling to the canyon floor
It landed on an Indian brave
A four-feathered fool named Dave
And on his squaw and his papoose
Who was it cut the horses loose?
A desperado bandersnatch
Could neither eat nor really catch
The gimbling tove upon the grave
Where died the man who was a slave
Silent, the fearsome Jubjub bird
Did lay an egg, its size one-third
Of what the borogoves foresaw
When they did stretch an anguished paw
Towards the frumious turlingdrome
Oh, please, mommy, take me home.
And, from this story, wise men learn
To heed the tale of Bannockburn
That taught the smiths of Aberdeen
To keep their gyres and gimbles clean
And in this way to right the wrongs
Of those who butcher Carroll's songs
in case you think i'm beautiful
Humpty Dumpty said to Alice
Remember that I'm dutiful
And worship Crystal Palace
Contributors: | Apsley, P, Hamish, Grayman, TG, Anon., Horseradish. |
Poem finished: | 27th April 2000. |