twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogroves and the mome raths did 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
then rested he by a tum tum tree
and stood a while in thought.
And, as in uffish though he stood,
the jabberwock, with eye of flame,
came bursting 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!
Oh frabjous day! Callou! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.
Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogroves
and the mome raths did outgrabe.
says the fake esfp
Originally Posted by simulatedworld
and remember, brevity is the soul of wit.
I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle and here is my spout. Every time I steam up, I give a shout. Just tip me over and pour me out.