'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 Jabberwocky, 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 maxome foe he sought -
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal sword went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwocky?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chartled in his joy.
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Collection Of Poems
PoetryThese are random poems I have collected throughout the years and I have loved to read. I do not own them nor have I made them up. Please feel free to enjoy them as much as I have!
