Beware 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 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

Sometimes silliness gets stuck in your head and there’s just no getting it out until you write about it. This is one of my favorite poems and it’s been stuck in my head for days. Hopefully by getting it out in the open, I can stop being so obsessed with it. That’s a metaphor for other issues in life, but I’m leaving it up to you, the reader, to guess what those metaphors are. 🙂