The True Story of the Jabberwocky
03/27/2002

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Oh please! What a load of rot!
Spoke the Jabberwocky, as he closed the book.
Whoever penned this junk was a stupid sot!
"Claws that catch" HA! Here, have a look.

It was true, his hands were quite small.
In fact, so was the rest of his being.
He wasn't the least bit loathsome at all.
At least not from what I was seeing.

"But the poem," I questioned, "speaks of a massive beast."
The Jabberwock, at that, only gave a scoff.
"A vile creature who on human flesh would feast.
And who's head was brutally chopped off."

"As you can see," the Jabberwock replied,
"My head and neck are still quite combined,
Here, have a look for yourself."
And indeed, they were very well defined.

"But what of the razor sharp teeth," I asked the creature,
"Surely there must be more than what I see."
"That!" Exclaimed the Jabberwock, "is my most impressive feature!"
And he decided to demonstrate to me!

"It is such a shame," spoke the Jabberwock
As my body, he began to sever.
"That although I'm not half the size as in this book,
I'm at least twenty times as much as clever!"