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Re: 'TWAS brillig, and the slithy toves

  • Subject: Re: 'TWAS brillig, and the slithy toves
  • From: "Barbara Weitemier" <bweite@hscis.net>
  • Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 15:57:20 -0800

Ian, thanks much for the poetry reference at geocities. Eagerly, I looked up "Father Williams" ("be off, or I'll kick you downstairs") and also found "The Yarn of the 'Nancy Bell.' ("When I ups with his heels, and smothers his squeals in the scum of the boiling broth"). Two of my favorite poems when I received "A Child's Garden of Verses" as an eight-year old. Mild compared with what is available to today's children, unfortunately.
No, I didn't grow up watching world's greatest wrestling or soccer games. I just grow hosta and take my aggression out on slugs by sending them on a one-way white-water rafting trip. I've never had any complaints!
Barbara in Walla Walla
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Monday, February 25, 2002 9:56 AM
Subject: 'TWAS brillig, and the slithy toves

Hi Glen Williams,

here is the poem in full...


    '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 hast 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.

    Lewis Carroll
  • the following website also gives 'You are old Father William(s)', amongst others !
  • http://www.geocities.com/~spanoudi/poems/carrol01.html
    worth looking at for the trip down memory lane.  How about Hosta 'Jabberwocky'?
    Ian Chrystal

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