'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
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-- Frank
Last edited by FOsen; 09-07-2011 at 04:38 PM.
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