Hey Gang,
Michael Jhon has come up with a pretty nifty little poem for those of
you who can remember your Alice and Looking Glass and Suchnot...
--Colin Cobb
'65 Tiger (Tigger), '66 Morgan Plus 4 (Yellow), '67 Alpine (Beamish Boy)
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The JabberMoggy
by Michael Jhon (61 +4 "MOGNFIQ")
'Twas brillig, and the sliding pillars
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the damping levers,
And the luckless Lucas outgave.
"Beware the JabberMog, my son!
The clutch that binds, the hood that tears!
Beware the drip-drip bird, and shun
The frumious tandem spares!"
He took his vorpal swag in hand:
Long time the Matchless trike he sought--
So rested he by the Malvern tree,
And stood fourwheel in thought.
And, while in thoughts of ashen wood,
The JabberMog, exhaust aflame,
Came whiffling through the neighborhood,
And burbled as it came!
To buy! To fix! To drive! He cried.
The vorpal swag went snicker-slack!
His account now red with folly bled,
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slogged the JabberMog?
Come to my arm, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Who cares what you pay!"
He chortled in his toy.
'Twas brillig, and the gudgen pins
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the rusty shims,
And the luckless Lucas outgave.
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