John, I had a room mate in college who used le Bateau Ivre as a sort of perverse Baedeker's guide Maybe--unbeknownst to me--some of his shenanigans du jour sank in.

As my favorite bumper sticker says, The mome rath doesn't live that can outgrabe me.

'Twas Brillig when two stiggish chorpals
Squanionned the beamish boy to chack
If he’d a license for his vorpals
Or pirmn to snicker-snack.

He’d been adserned de-slithing toves,
by PETA-pods upon the paths,
galumphing throon the borogoves
And grabing Un-momed raths.

He’s quawndered now, ‘neath key and lock
And sarpifies inside the pen;
For slaynjing the ‘dangered jabberwock,
A jirgle's glypped him five to ten.

Frank