0 CommentsA representative of the C.L Dodgson (better known as Lewis Carroll) estate recently granted us permission to publish one of his lesser-known works.
‘Twas chilly, and the slithy bros
Did gyre and gimble in St. A’s,
All flimsy were the Prezbos,
And the mome raths outgrape.
“Beware the JabberBwog, my son
The jaws that pitch, the claws with snacks,
Beware Lerner 510 and shun
The excessive use of Slack!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand,
Long time that manxsome pitch he sought,
So rested he by the Furnald trees
And stood a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood
The JabberBwog, with sites of fame,
Came posting ’bout your livelihood
And worded it as lame!
One, two, one, two, but through and through,
The vorpal blade could not attack,
So, defeated, he, by the Furnald trees,
Inquired of the beast,
“Where can I find the secret den
Where thy manxsome pitches hide?”
The JabberBwog replied, “Lerner 510,
9pm, on this sweet Sunday night.”
‘Twas chilly, and the slithy bros
Did gyre and gimble in St. A’s,
All flimsy were the Prezbos,
And the mome raths outgrape.
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