cold tea pure blather 990413
emma i think that's "jabberwocky", with two Bs. actually, i know it.

twas brillig and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe
all mimsy were the borogroves
and the mome raths outgrabe

and then some stuff i can only remember bits of, like "of frabjous day! calloo! callay! he chortled in his joy" and stuff.
l right on! 990611
donaldson i had to memorize this poem in 7th grade and it's the only thing i really remember from about a gazilllion years of school...

i really like the alice books, a whole fuck of a lot, but this poem has a special place in my spleen

i also remember a skit on the muppet show, with rolf the dog playing the jabberwock slayer's father...

god the muppet show was a fuck of a great show, probably the best thing that has ever been on tv
Lewis Carroll The Jabberwock.

'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 arm, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calloh Callay!"
He shortled 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.
emma thank you. 990615
parsley mm, i love this poem. i go around writing it in random yearbooks and chalkboards in school. i memorized it 2 years back to recite to my class and convinced them all i was insane. 990628
me? "The Walrus and the Carpenter
were walking close at hand
they wept like anything to see
such quantities of sand
'if this were only swept away'
they said 'it would be grand!'
jennifer "Jabberwocky" first appeared in Mischmasch, a magazine written both by and for the
Carroll family, in 1855 when Carroll was 23. Titled "Stanza of Anglo-Saxon Poetry," it
went like this:

Twas Bryllyg, and ye slythy toves
Did gyre and gymble in ye wabe:
All mimsy were ye borogoves;
And ye mome raths outgrabe
(Martin Gardner The Annotated Alice 191).

Carroll later expanded and revised the spelling of his poem for inclusion in
Looking-Glass He gave the following as the literal English of the passage. "It was
evening, and the smooth active badgers were scratching and boring holes in the hill-side;
all unhappy were the parrots; and the grave turtles squeaked out" (Gardner The
Annotated Alice 192).

Before incorporating "Jabberwocky" into Looking-Glass, however, Carroll apparently
changed his mind as to what some of his words should mean, for when Alice discusses
the poem with Humpty Dumpty later in the book, he gives somewhat different

see: Humpty_Dumpty
dean-bean The dark thing that bays at the moon. My vorpal sword has lost its edge, and my sight can't pierce the dark of this tuldgy wood. The Jabberwock, I fear has come to get me, and I have no defense against its jaws that bite or its claws that catch. The Jabberwock haunted my nightmares as a child, long after I read, and reread the poem. Long after Alice was done with her pack of cards. I wish I could walk the looking glass way... 000310
BoofPixie the jabberwocky is always a helf-step away. even when we two are sleeping, dean. 000310
Tank there is a bar in philly that if you recite this poem in it's entirety, you get two drinks for the price of one all night... 000911
user24 re: the translation of jabberwocky.

'Brillig' actually means a quarter past two, hence the actual poem begins:

"It was quarter past two and the badgers.." (etc etc)

Just thought I'd add some input
gil Jabberwocky spins through at random moments,
something I KNOW is true.
How many things are there, really? Not many.
Maybe only one.
Maybe only
DannyH Humpty dumpty is the ignorant voice of authority. he doesn't know what brillig means any more than Lewis carroll does. 010622
xavier beamish boy: i'm feeling a bit mimsey mom. I don't want to go to school today.
mom: Well, alright, but this is such a frabjous day, and you won't be able to go out and wiffle, even if you start to feel uffish again.
beamish boy: well okay, but i really do feel like i'm about to chortle all over the rug.
mom: Hurry into the bathroom!!! YOU'RE STARTING TO BURBLE!!!
mom: Aw, snicker-snack! You got chortle all over my momewraths! Now i'll have to repot them. O well i guess if you're feeling realy vorpal, I won't make you go to school.
beamish boy: Caloo Calay!
screwing for virginity i was trying to memorise it during lunch last year in my physiscs teachers room (yes, i have no life), when he came up and saw what i was doing. he scared the crap out of me by reciting the whole thing then and there.

i never did memorize it though, but not all is lost for in its place i now know the poem that willy_wonka gave while they were on the boat in the tunnel, and the_walruss_and_the_carpenter (whic i alwae liked more than jabberwocky anyway).
celestias shadow I know a boy that memorized this ENTIRE poem in fifth grade. It scared me. Actually, it still kind of scares me. The poem itself makes me pretty nervous. 031124
time_warp i memorized this in third grade. i was supposed to emcee some sort of talent show, but i was a completely aloof loner. that might have been what made me fall in love with words. 031124
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