For no other reason than it’s Friday and I get out of work early and it’s a gorgeous day here and I’m elated to Go Out Skipping Through The Wildflowers where I can breathe in the fresh air and twirl my arms around and give praise to God for making such a beautiful planet for me to live on and then I once I get dizzy from All The Twirling I’ll go home and finish reading my book and hope that my contentment will last through the evening, I’ve decided to post one of my favorite poems which is twisty and turny and corrugated like a piece of thick cardboard and I absolutely love it and I want to carry the words around in my breast pocket, if I had one, and every once in a while peek in and see the words writhing around in there like earthworms.  Yeah, like that.  Here ’tis.

‘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.

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