Posted: Mon, Sep 13, 1999 at 00:40:09 (EDT)
Original: NA
Posted by: dv
Recipient: All
Subject: Flabberwocky
Twas darshan, and his slithy toes,
Did writhe and wriggle on the suede.
All mimsy passed the premies in droves,
Their moans rather o'erplayed.
Bring more galubjamun, my son!
My jaws must catch, my maws will smack!
Bring more hashish and pot and- RUN! It's Monica, at the back!
She took his vorpal sword in hand,
Long time the maxome foe she wrought.
While rested he, with his tum tum free,
Meditating? I think not!
And, while in upitty thought he stood,
The premies, with eyes of pain, slaved and gave. They should! They would!
I must! Get to! A program! For you!
And now it's through, I won't go back!
I left with dread, I was mislead.
Enough, with all this crap!
And thou wouldst disdain, the lord of pain?
Come to my arms, rejoice galore!
Calloo KiJay! Oh frabjous day!
Thy deception is no more!
Twas darshan, and his slithy toes,
did writhe and wriggle on the suede.
All mimsy passed the premies in droves,
Their moans rather o'erplayed...
