# Poetry Debate

**URL:** <https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981>\
**Category:** Great Debates\
**Created:** [November 5, 1999, 8:50am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981 "1999-11-05T08:50:00Z")\
**Posts on this page:** 20\
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**Author:** ![Spiritus\_Mundi](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/s/c68b51/32.png) [@Spiritus\_Mundi](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Spiritus_Mundi)\
**Post date:** [November 9, 1999, 9:42pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981/21 "1999-11-09T21:42:00Z")

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Or was that Tennyson? Damn – I hate being on the road without references.

☹

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Lost in Yonkers.\*  
or is it  
_Dazed and Confused_

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**Author:** ![Polycarp](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/p/82dd89/32.png) [@Polycarp](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Polycarp)\
**Post date:** [November 9, 1999, 10:03pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981/22 "1999-11-09T22:03:00Z")

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Ernest Dowson, I think, Spir. Though I’m at work without my references too!

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**Author:** ![tracer](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/tracer/32/20578_2.png) [@tracer](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/tracer)\
**Post date:** [November 9, 1999, 11:10pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981/23 "1999-11-09T23:10:00Z")

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I found the full, complete poem Data wrote about his cat Spot. He recites it in the _ST:TNG_ episode “Schism”.

> [@](#):
>
> **Ode To Spot**  
> by Lt. Cmdr. Data
> 
> Felis Cattus, is your taxonomic nomenclature,  
> an endothermic quadruped carnivorous by nature?  
> Your visual, olfactory and auditory senses  
> contribute to your hunting skills, and natural defenses.
> 
> I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,  
> a singular development of cat communications  
> that obviates your basic hedonistic predilection  
> for a rhythmic stroking of your fur, to demonstrate affection.
> 
> A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents;  
> you would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.  
> And when not being utilized to aide in locomotion,  
> it often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.
> 
> O Spot, the complex levels of behaviour you display  
> connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.  
> And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,  
> I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.

Now aren’t you glad you asked? 🙂

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**Author:** ![Johnny\_Angel](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/j/d26b3c/32.png) [@Johnny\_Angel](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Johnny_Angel)\
**Post date:** [November 10, 1999, 12:18am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981/24 "1999-11-10T00:18:00Z")

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Right, well, what the hell. Here’s one of mine:

Going to the Doctor

Across the street on Leland  
From the penny candy store  
The doctor lives in three-o-four  
She’ll fix you a mojo hand.

Ask anybody in the neighborhood  
She’s for real for certain  
She burns sandalwood  
She’s got a bead curtain  
And a strab albino evil eye

Bring her four hundred cash  
And a piece of red felt,  
A scab from a rash  
Coke, fries and a patty melt.

Bring a strip of hide  
Cut from the back  
Of a hound that died  
Pissing on the el track  
On the south side.

Bring a bone  
From the middle finger  
Of any sinner  
Borne to a mother  
In a state of disgrace.

Bring a clip of newspaper,  
Good news from any nation,  
It don’t have to be the gospel  
Or even a revelation.

Bring dirt from the grave  
Of a child  
No savior could save  
From the germs  
Or the worms  
Or the sinners depraved.

She’ll fix you a jack  
That’ll cover your back,  
Keep a jimson smoker  
From gatewaying crack,  
Keep the carpal tunnel off your fists,  
Keep your name off of secret lists,  
Save you from AIDS infected needles in payphones,  
Brain cancer rays from your cell phone,  
Government taps on your home phone,  
Scare away teenagers  
And road ragers  
And gamers  
And flamers,  
Satanic criminals  
Using subliminal,  
Block telephone tracers  
And mind control lasers  
And ATF blazers,  
Global warming  
And El Nino storming,  
Environmental tobacco  
And cold, cold  
UFO  
Anal probes.

And I know it works 'cause I got one  
Proof against Soviet commies  
And the global freeze  
And the killer bees  
And the Japanese  
And it ain’t failed me yet.

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**Author:** ![Spiritus\_Mundi](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/s/c68b51/32.png) [@Spiritus\_Mundi](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Spiritus_Mundi)\
**Post date:** [November 10, 1999, 4:17am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981/25 "1999-11-10T04:17:00Z")

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“A Psalm of Life”  
by . . . . . **Longfellow**

\<h\> heh heh heh he said —\* oops, ran that into the ground already. Guess there’s nothing left to do but bask in my triumph at poetic jeapordy (minor works by under-appreciated American poets for $200, please) and make fun of somebody for no reason.

Hey Polycarp, take two quatrains and sashimi in the morning.

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The best lack all conviction  
The worst are full of passionate intensity.  
\*

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**Author:** ![OpalCat](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/o/8edcca/32.png) [@OpalCat](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/OpalCat)\
**Post date:** [November 11, 1999, 1:21pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981/26 "1999-11-11T13:21:00Z")

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I’ll play for the hell of it, with something I wrote in high school (teen angst!!) after running away from home never to return:

**Hey, Ma!**

_Ya don’t treat  
me right.  
Never did.  
Always looked  
down  
on me:  
fruit of your  
womb  
like pus in your  
boil  
a lamb for your  
slaughter  
Hey, Ma!  
Wake up.  
rub the dried  
blood vengeance  
from your eye  
I’m no sacrificial  
Isaac,  
fad child  
no modern inconvenience.  
It was your  
choice.  
First  
I cramped your  
stomach.  
Now I cramp  
your style._  
More crap here: [Opal’s poems](http://fathom.org/opalcat/poems.html)

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–  
O p a l C a t  
[www.opalcat.com](http://www.opalcat.com)

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**Author:** ![davidbrantley](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/d/db5fbb/32.png) [@davidbrantley](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/davidbrantley)\
**Post date:** [November 11, 1999, 5:52pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981/27 "1999-11-11T17:52:00Z")

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Poets are both clean and warm  
And most are far above the norm.

-Monty Python

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**Author:** ![tracer](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/tracer/32/20578_2.png) [@tracer](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/tracer)\
**Post date:** [November 11, 1999, 10:27pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981/28 "1999-11-11T22:27:00Z")

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Do you realize that 50% of the population is below average?

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**Author:** ![Polycarp](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/p/82dd89/32.png) [@Polycarp](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Polycarp)\
**Post date:** [November 12, 1999, 12:20am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981/29 "1999-11-12T00:20:00Z")

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…except in Lake Wobegon!

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**Author:** ![Phaedrus](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/p/53a042/32.png) [@Phaedrus](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Phaedrus)\
**Post date:** [November 12, 1999, 8:17am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981/30 "1999-11-12T08:17:00Z")

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Poly, LOL!!!

Johnny, well, well, well, nice work! That was a REAL surprise and a treat.

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That which a man had rather were true he more readily believes.

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**Author:** ![Gaudere](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/g/e495f1/32.png) [@Gaudere](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Gaudere)\
**Post date:** [November 16, 1999, 7:53pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981/31 "1999-11-16T19:53:00Z")

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And now for a little relief from all this angst; you’ll know what I’m talking about if you ever had a passing interest in the “flat earth” thread…

O, what can we say about Phaedy?  
His sources are just a bit shady;  
Our eager interest  
Soon headed due west  
And the light in our eyes got all fade-y

He whined and he cried just to stall  
He thinks he’s the greatest of all  
The arrogant ass  
Made posts snide and crass  
And slowed our thread down to a crawl.

“I’ve studied philosophers dead  
In science and business I’ve led  
also construction, guitar,  
Are other hats that I wore  
Just to cover my hugely swelled head.”

Then out came our andros and phil;  
Zinged him quite hard, they sure will  
Toss off a good flame…  
Phaed’s reponse was quite lame  
He whined loud til we’d all had our fill.

Reviving the thread, jab and glee  
Argued their points manfully  
And beeruser warn’t drunk  
and who woulda thunk  
he could use logic as well as could we?

Our God of the board, David B  
Was hated particularly  
And drFidelis  
Who never said “f\*ck this!”  
Should be sainted immediately

Tom argued with grace and with style;  
The good Doc settled in for a while;  
It was over three weeks  
Before Phaedy speaks  
More than wild philosophical bile.

Phaedy’s PO’d at Dawkins and Gould:  
“So Godless our children are schooled!  
You dirty old sod  
Just leave it to God  
I’m the smart one, you’re all overruled!”

“Don’t care what your new science books say  
In books of new age I’ve the True way!  
All your clear proper terms  
Just will help reconfirm  
That my mind, always closed it will stay!”

“If I get my def’nition from _Redbook_  
I’ll honor it over your science book  
Whatever you say  
I’ve the only right way  
My certainty cannot be shook!”

Now at post four hundred and fifty  
Though with words Phaedy’s never been thrifty  
He now says that he’s won  
And the argument’s done  
Which seems to us terribly shifty.

What arguments had he ever won?  
Can you even think of a one?  
But he declares himself winner  
Though he can’t outthink my dinner…  
He’s one arrogant son-of-a-gun!

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**Author:** ![tracer](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/tracer/32/20578_2.png) [@tracer](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/tracer)\
**Post date:** [November 16, 1999, 8:35pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981/32 "1999-11-16T20:35:00Z")

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And for those of you who don’t have enough free time to waste reading every single message in the General Questions forum, I posted the following to “So, is the cat dead or alive?” a few days ago:  
AWB wrote:

> [@](#):
>
> Here’s Cecils (quite literary) reply about Schroedinger’s cat: [http://www.straightdope.com/classics/a1\_122.html](http://www.straightdope.com/classics/a1_122.html) .

Oh my! Now I feel so inadequate near  
All those talking in prose in this thread over here.  
See, the letter addressed to dear Cecil from one  
Of us Teeming Millions tried to have some wee fun  
By talking of this famous half-living cat  
In dactylic tetrameter – rhyme! Believe that?  
But our Unca Cecil, he rose to the task  
And answered the question the fellow did ask  
With a rhyme of his own! And a longer one, too!  
Like A Visit from Saint Nicholas, it rang true.  
Or maybe it sounded more like Dr. Seuss  
Except without Seuss’s fake words flopping loose  
Like “oobleck” or “hoober-bloob” or “yuzz-matuzz”  
Or “frobozzle frobizzle frobnoy snooper snuzz”.  
And like always, ol’ Cecil pulled through in the end  
With a picture of how quantum physics doth wend  
Through its sordid, tumultuous history, full  
Of big names like “Einstein”, who on dice did mull  
By saying that God doesn’t – can’t – play with them.  
(This despite having won a Nobel for Q.M.!)  
And I see as I write this the challenge he faced –  
“He” being Cecil, with whose words we’re graced –  
Because rhyming and making sense at the same time  
Would sure be a heck of a lot easier if I got to put a couple of extra syllables into a line.

Burma Shave.

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Quick-N-Dirty Aviation: Trading altitude for airspeed since 1992.

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**Author:** ![Sake\_Samurai](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/s/bc79bd/32.png) [@Sake\_Samurai](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Sake_Samurai)\
**Post date:** [November 17, 1999, 2:28am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981/33 "1999-11-17T02:28:00Z")

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Very clever posts **Gaudere** (glad someone recognized and replied to Phaedrus’s poetic barbs) & **tracer** (LOL at the last couplet), but this was hardly my intent when I began this thread. Do either of you write more serious material? If you do, I’m betting it’s pretty damn good - let’s see it!

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Hell is Other People.

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**Author:** ![Phaedrus](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/p/53a042/32.png) [@Phaedrus](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Phaedrus)\
**Post date:** [November 17, 1999, 10:07am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981/34 "1999-11-17T10:07:00Z")

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Yes, Gaudere, if you have any more poems I would like to see them. Your talent in poetry has remain hidden, much to our loss. Please post any others that you may have. I was REALLY impressed with your work! You made fun of me in the most delightful way! I was REALLY pleased. What a mind! Really!

Thank you for your poem.

I LOVED it!

Yours,

Phaedrus

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That which a man had rather were true he more readily believes.

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**Author:** ![tracer](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/tracer/32/20578_2.png) [@tracer](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/tracer)\
**Post date:** [November 17, 1999, 9:28pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981/35 "1999-11-17T21:28:00Z")

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I don’t write “serious” poetry unless I set it to my own music.

And even then, I’ve written songs like “Deuterium, or How to Get Fused for Less Than $200 a Week”.

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**Author:** ![matt\_mcl](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/m/7ab992/32.png) [@matt\_mcl](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/matt_mcl)\
**Post date:** [November 25, 1999, 6:43am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981/36 "1999-11-25T06:43:00Z")

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Glass  
by Matt McLauchlin  
for Matt Chisholm

my monitor is of glass  
and it is cold  
even when i read your typing

the glass is also over  
your photograph  
surrounded in rigid  
metal imitations of flowers  
and it is cold too  
even though it holds in your beauty

there is too much glass  
glass is for a museum  
to hold rare and ancient artifacts

when we shattered the glass last time  
your skin in the morning was warm  
and soft, and your lips were moist.

the barrier of glass  
like ice has a way of growing back.

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**Author:** ![system](https://global.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/original/2X/e/e489c3b7d8fce19c4b355dd4fc3f88cc39c34b87.png) [@system](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/system)\
**Post date:** [November 24, 1999, 8:08pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981/37 "1999-11-24T20:08:00Z")

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Song for Sarajevo

Not so long ago, and not so far away  
War broke out in a land  
Where once many people lived together peacefully  
And the world watched and could not understand  
How wrongs from 1,000 years ago could be made right by a rocket  
Killing children in a crowded market square.  
So they loaded tanks and choppers and sent cargo planes with soldiers  
With guns to try to bring the peace back there.

And the river of hate begins as a stream  
Of fear that flows from the soul  
And it poisons the mind, and it hardens the heart  
Til the hatred and fear take control  
But with stones of love and planks of trust and steel as strong as faith,  
We can build a bridge to reach the other shore  
And then cross the bridge hand in hand reunited with our fellow man  
And end the hate and fear forevermore.

Home here in America, there’s hatred flowing through our towns  
Where kids grow up in gangs of black and white  
And children on the sidewalk are shot down by strangers driving by,  
And good people fear to leave their homes at night  
And the Anglo’s fear Hispanics and the teachers fear the students;  
At work there’s no trust between the women and the men.  
And the gay folk fear the rednecks, and the rednecks fear the FBI  
Will we ever be the United States again?

And the river of hate begins as a stream  
Of fear that flows from the soul  
And it poisons the mind, and it hardens the heart  
Til the hatred and fear take control  
But with stones of love and planks of trust and steel as strong as faith,  
We can build a bridge to reach the other shore  
And then cross the bridge hand in hand reunited with our fellow man  
And end the hate and fear forevermore

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Sue from El Paso

Experience is what you get when you didn’t get what you wanted.

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**Author:** ![Sake\_Samurai](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/s/bc79bd/32.png) [@Sake\_Samurai](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Sake_Samurai)\
**Post date:** [November 25, 1999, 8:37am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981/38 "1999-11-25T08:37:00Z")

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Matt: I liked the ending of your poem a lot.

I wrote this one about an unforgettable experience:

> [@](#):
>
> **Cindercone**
> 
> She wears the mountain  
> well  
> parading in cindercone brilliance  
> circles about me  
> while I drop and kneel  
> on ashes and golden maple leaves  
> so completely  
> lost to her
> 
> The soot  
> the scent  
> of the fruits of spring  
> such passion  
> burried beneath  
> now pushing  
> through  
> the maple leaf blanket
> 
> I consider this  
> her one imperfection

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**Author:** ![bj0rn](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/b/a88e57/32.png) [@bj0rn](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/bj0rn)\
**Post date:** [November 25, 1999, 1:55pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981/39 "1999-11-25T13:55:00Z")

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pages not paper  
pens are not used  
now will naturally be later  
never in my world argued

portraits and pictures  
pages of you  
million miniatures,  
many you dont know who

words of my will  
where are you  
lost and ill  
listening to you

life will never leave  
love is not alone  
you alone can not cleave  
the atom of your clone

why you are where  
whispering with ticks  
nobody is never here  
never hearing your click

i can not be your country  
could not talk your tounge  
i can not be your country  
can not talk your tounge

i am not lost to the living  
life though i do not know  
good pages are constantly giving  
good life to everybody now

bj0rn - hmm…perhaps it needs a bit of work from a native english speaker…but i belive the message got through :o)

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**Author:** ![LH75](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/lh75/32/4438_2.png) [@LH75](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/LH75)\
**Post date:** [November 25, 1999, 4:36pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poetry-debate/16981/40 "1999-11-25T16:36:00Z")

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happy thanksgiving, friends.

creative writing has never been among my strong points. i stand in awe of the talent represented here.

sharing my favorite:

Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll

‘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 wiffling 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 it’s 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.

once again, happy thanksgiving, my friends.

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“don’t get strung out by the way that i look, don’t judge a book by it’s cover” (tim curry as dr. franknfurter in rhps)

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