VISUAL POEM BY:TIANA MOORE

BORN: 27 JANUARY 1832 DIED:14 JANUARY 1898

AND THE SLITHY TOVES

IN THE WABE

WERE THE BOROGOVES

RATHS OUTGRABE

MY SON

THE CLAWS THAT CATCH

AND SHUN

BANDERSNATCH

VORPAL SWORD IN HAND

FOE HE SOUGHT

BY THE TUM TUM TREE

AWHILE IN THOUGHT

THOUGHT HE STOOD

WITH EYES OF FLAME

AND BURBLED AS IT CAME

AND THROUGH AND THROUGH

WENT SNICKER SNACK

AND WITH IT'S HEAD

HE WENT

THE JABBERWOCK ?"

MY BEAMISH BOY

CALLOOH! CALLAY!

IN IS JOY

AND THE SLITHY TOVES

IN THE WABE

WERE THE BOROGOVES

RATHS OUTGRABE

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