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'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.
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'Twas high midnight, and so the alt.anagrams mob,
Did each gem shuffle on the net.
Tee hee! Such wild wild wwwhimsy all around the world!
Heh heh! Maximum joy? Oh god, you'd best bet!
But beware that cunninglinguist Jon Gearhart's rhymes,
Richard G. and his baby Linda's sweetheart-double-act.
Both the frivolous Larrybrash and that Meyran Kraus,
Both the GB Janets. (B and M, in fact).
See that William Tunstall-Pedoe, who, with his software,
By PC, he'd worked-out that "One two" = "Neo,
wot?"
Shock hot news? Tom M.? Tom, he's just your man!
Daniel F. Etter? - Oh, he's just not forgot!
By jove! Beware that scabby M.J. Tully boy,
He often came as he logged on-line to talk,
To Martin W. Rand, both the D. Fortiers,
And db - that foulmouthed gobshite David Bourke.
E. Guiraldes, E. Jones, Len Richards, Letterman,
Bible-Bashing Brodie, M. Keith, each hail Hale!
Check the Anagrammy website - Oh god! How bitchy, hmm?
Boy, we've big egos! We'd have each visage pale.
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