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Off the top of my head....:P
English_Bloke wrote:
> I remember a "snicker-snack" of a blade, and the guy going
> "golumphing back".
you know a bit too much about it by the sound of it. been snicker snacking people have we?
> I remember a "snicker-snack" of a blade, and the guy going
> "golumphing back".
you know a bit too much about it by the sound of it. been snicker snacking people have we?
'Twas brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsey were the borogroves,
And the mome raths 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-
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes aflame,
Came wiffling 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!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsey were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsey were the borogroves,
And the mome raths 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-
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes aflame,
Came wiffling 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!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsey were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Colourless wrote:
> Sorry went off for lunch. No I can't remember it all, I can't really
> remember any of it.
I remember a "snicker-snack" of a blade, and the guy going "golumphing back".
> Sorry went off for lunch. No I can't remember it all, I can't really
> remember any of it.
I remember a "snicker-snack" of a blade, and the guy going "golumphing back".
Red. Communist.
COMMIEE!!
WORLD BROTHERHOOD?!
I know your game....
COMMIEE!!
WORLD BROTHERHOOD?!
I know your game....
Nope, it's my dad's office.
Timmargh wrote:
> Colourless wrote:
> Twas brillig...no twas raining.
>
> Do you know the rest of 'The Jaberwocky'?
Sorry went off for lunch. No I can't remember it all, I can't really remember any of it. I just remember reciting it with a friend for a play audition at some point a few years ago I think. Strange poem.
> Colourless wrote:
> Twas brillig...no twas raining.
>
> Do you know the rest of 'The Jaberwocky'?
Sorry went off for lunch. No I can't remember it all, I can't really remember any of it. I just remember reciting it with a friend for a play audition at some point a few years ago I think. Strange poem.
Is that red hut where you plot your world domination?
It looks like a rock has fallen from the sky and gone down below.
It's bigger then it looks
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