a Birthday Poem

 My friend Chris just bought a Stag, and he celebrates a big birthday.  So here is a poem:-

Jabberwocky -  the first Draft, by Lewis Caroll.

STAGGERWOCKY

`Twas brillig, and that slithy John*
  Did retire and gimble on the waves:
All mimsy on the borogoves,
 And there John’s boat did stay

"Beware the Staggerwocky, my son!
  The jaws that bite, the clutch that catch!
Beware the Top Gear host, and shun
  The frumious Clarksonsnatch!"

Chris took his new Ipad in hand:

  Long time the manxome stag he sought -

So rested he by his bandersaw

  And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

  The Staggerwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through a Melbourne wood,

  And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

  The credit card went snicker-snack!

He BOUGHT the beast, and with his wife

  He came galumphing back.

  

"And, has he slain the Staggerwock?

  ......Och Aye, a brand new toy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'

  He chortled in his joy

`Tis brillig, and the Twidle lathes 

  Do gyre and gimble in the shed;

All mimsy is the staggerwock,

  Now home, in Reesville, is its bed.

Chris's brother, John, moored his boat in some backwater in England.