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Favoured poems by Jarvis Focklekuck - Thu, 20 Dec 2018 19:06:55 EST ID:aKBu4AcI No.70431 Ignore Report Quick Reply
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My favourite poem is the jabberwoky(sp)

I heard it as a child, and it references my last name, the first time I heard my last name in good light.

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
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 hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my Beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy. was brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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Ian Clurryfuck - Mon, 21 Jan 2019 07:49:00 EST ID:+JC0gssi No.70481 Ignore Report Quick Reply
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The Fly
William Blake, 1757 - 1827
Little fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death,

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.


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