The Jabberwocky

My grandma collected Madame Alexander dolls, which, if you don't know what they are, are beautiful. She had an enormous collection, and she would let us pick one if we memorized fifty poems. We didn't have to have them all memorized at once, but when we visited her, we'd recite one for her and she'd make a tally mark on a paper under our name. She wrote a lot of poetry and had tons of books and folders full of poems around her house. So, when I think about my favorite poems, I think about her. Here is one (not as artsy or as message-oriented as the others that have been posted) that I love because it reminds me of her.

The Jabberwocky, by Lewis Carroll

`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 whiffling 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, has thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O 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.