My List is Back! and other Jabberwocky

Cape Cod Weather Today: Unlike this photo from the weekend, today's forecast is Rain. Now. And All day long. Lots of Rain. Hope it clears before my son's dinner cruise tonight, LOL.

"O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
(she) chortled in (her) joy."

For some reason, when I signed on today and saw that my blog list was back - all by itself, with no help from me - this line from Jabberwocky (a poem by Lewis Carroll) came to mind. No good reason. I had memorized it in 7th or 8th grade for a project, and it pops out of my head at odd moments.

Since I plan to spend the next 15 minutes catching up on all that I've been missing in the blogger community, I won't have time to write my usual insightful (snort) post. So I'll leave you with the full poem, to confuse you for the rest of the morning. Maybe it'll get stuck in your head, too.

JABBERWOCKY

Lewis Carroll

(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

`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.