Maisnon | vrijdag 20 juni 2008 @ 15:00 |
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. | |
veiligheidsspeldje | vrijdag 20 juni 2008 @ 15:01 |
Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" | |
Maisnon | vrijdag 20 juni 2008 @ 15:02 |
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 | |
veiligheidsspeldje | vrijdag 20 juni 2008 @ 15:03 |
And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! | |
Maisnon | vrijdag 20 juni 2008 @ 15:05 |
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. | |
veiligheidsspeldje | vrijdag 20 juni 2008 @ 15:07 |
"And has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" He chortled in his joy. | |
Maisnon | vrijdag 20 juni 2008 @ 15:08 |
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. |