I was inspired this morning:
‘Twas brillig, and the solvy terves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the forumgroves,
And the trans-raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Andersock, my girl
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Doyleup bird, and shun
The frumious Harrosnatch!”
She took her vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe she sought—
So rested she by the Tweetle tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in buxome thought she stood,
The Andersock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the chambry wood,
And snargled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
She left it dead, and with its head
She went terforbering back.
“And hast thou slain the Andersock?
Come to my arms, my beamish girl!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
She chortled in a whirl.
‘Twas brillig, and the solvy terves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the forumgroves,
And the trans-raths outgrabe.