Sunday March 7, 2004
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Ere doth skilchy molyns pance.
Dank parbells quale noonan.
Onward surce the valgins truen,
for wrean meth calls furtive.
The balsignorf, with waibiling eyes,
Did candort wick and wabble say,
And banfy was it’s snill reply
Upon the umbolt of moray.
Slank draughs of indigament,
Mault taule bilvers into dristic.
Supily filves wain the parelion druve,
Fenter mons entrague the kelmers.