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, has 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.
I told you Blagojevich has driven me crazy....I learned this poem years ago, and first understand it today!
I am posting this for "life is funny", because I think it is every bit as funny as Sherri's Florida dilemma.
It must be funny....I'm laughing maniacally, aren't I?
Still not funny enough. Okay. Here is a joke for you...
One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.
She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, "Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?"
Her mother replied, "Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white."
The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, "Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?
My momma's hair is salt and pepper, so apparently I haven't been so bad. Or good. Depends on persepective, doesn't it?
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Did you hear about Blagoblubbopoop trying to get them to move the show to the U.S. so that he could be on it? There are just no words... Actually, there are words, but I won't go putting them on your blog.
Of course, I'll still bring up Catholic porn. That's much less offensive than that guy.
Thanks for the Link of Love there Helen.
You know, he was quoting poetry awhile back. We just all stared at the TV then looked at each other with our "You gotta' be kidding me!" faces on.
I wish he'd just slither under the rug.
Repent first, then slither away.
Have I ever said that every time I hear his name I can't help but think he is the main vampire in a really bad didn't even make it to sci fi Vampire movie?
You know my feelings on Blago... What utter arrogance. Sickening.
My mom doesn't have gray hair (either I'm an angel or she has a fabulous stylist. Probably the latter.)
If not for the magic of hair color, I think I would be completely grey. But that has more to do with heredity than children. I got my first grey hair in my late 20's.
As for Blago, I can only picture him as the cabbage patch doll you posted.
It's the hair, I think. Definitely the hair. I think it's sucking his brain out.
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