In honour of National Poetry Day, here’s my favourite EVER poem – reproduced here from memory (therefore excuse any spelling errors of words that were nonsense to start with!).
I love this poem, I’ve known it by heart since I was 12. It has all my favourite things, nonsense, fun and a bit of violence! Hooray!
JABBERWOCKY by Lewis Carroll.
’twas brillig and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe
all mimsy were the borrogoves
and the mome raths outgabe.
Beware the Jabberwock my son,
the jaws that bite the claws that catch.
Beware the jub jub 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 tum tum tree
and stood a while in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood
the Jabberwock with eyes of flame
cam whiffling through the tulgy 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 it’s head
he went gallumphing back.
And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day, calloh callay.
He chortled in his joy.
’twas brillig and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe
all mimsy were the borrogoves
and the mome raths outgabe.
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