I'm also feeling a little loopy... I hit my head on Monday (when bending down to put a book on the floor, I hit my head on the sharp corner of my dresser) and may have had a mild concussion as a result (who has the time or money to go to a doctor?! I rely on webmd...). As a result, I've been wiped out all week and a little dizzy, so I thought I'd share a poem with you today that somewhat reflected that loopiness.
I've had a goal for a few years to memorize this poem. I feel like somewhere, sometime it will come in handy. Like...to scare small children? Or if I have a dream where I'm on stage in the middle of a play and forget my lines, I could pull it out and start reciting it to tumultuous applause for my quick thinking and amazing interpretation of the well-known poem... Or something like that. (I told you - loopy.)
Without further ado, here's Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll:
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.
