What was I thinking? How did I even for a second think that I could choose a favorite poem? That's like choosing my favorite cloud in the sky, or my favorite wave breaking on a beach - it just cannot be done! Poems for me are like tasty little snacks that soothe my soul, so my favorite depends on where I am, who I am with at the time, how am I feeling, the weather...you get what I'm saying. But...I said I would post my favorite, so if I have to pick one poem that I have loved my entire life than it has to be "Jabberwocky" a poem by Lewis Carroll, from his book Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There. It has always made sense to me, despite being labeled a 'nonsense" poem. It was originally published in 1872, so it is in the public domain. This means that I am free to post this drawing and the poem as it was published before January 1, 1925, and because the author died at least 100 years ago. So without further ado, here is it: "JABBERWOCKY" ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wade; 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 hast 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. So what's your favorite poem? Let me know!
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