Here is another poem my maternal grandfather use to read to my cousins and I when we were children. family legend has it he read it to our parents when they were younger also. My mother read this to my children out of the same book of poetry that my grandfather read it to me from. I look forward to reading yesterday’s and today’s poems to my grandchildren from the same book as I inherited it from my mom when she crossed the veil in 2015. It is important to me to carry on family traditions like this and others. Yesterday’s poem and today’s may not be too witchy, but they called to me to share them with you. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did as a child and still enjoy reading now. If you have a poem from any point in your life you would like to share with all of us please put the name of it in the comments section and I will try to find it to share.
Jabberwocky
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
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 awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling 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 mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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