Jabberwocky

 

Some people keep diaries.

Some people keep journals.

Years ago a guy I knew carried a notebook with blank pages. He would write thoughts or song verses or doodle, usually on acid trips. He called his writings “Jabberwocky”.

This year climate change hit and it was too hot to do anything, so I wrote a “Jabberwocky”. I had just gotten some Shaffer fountain pens and was enjoying drawing with them. Then I started writing down thoughts and realized I’d lost my cursive writing skills. When the pens ran out of ink, I shifted to various size Sharpies.

Here are the results:

Jabberwocky

By Lewis Carroll

’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.