POEM OF THE DAY

The Herald - - OBITUARIES - WITH LES­LEY DUN­CAN

IF YOU de­scribe spe­cial days or things as frab­jous, do you know you owe the word and sev­eral oth­ers to Lewis Car­roll? His non­sense rhyming tale from Through The Look­ing-glass also has a use­ful glos­sary by Humpty Dumpty.

JABBERWOCKY

’Twas bril­lig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gim­ble in the wabe; All mimsy ewere 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 vor­bal 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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