You’re asked to recite a poem (or song lyrics) from memory — what’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it has stayed, intact, in your mind?
With a galumphous drang and many quobbles I changed into a poem never forgotten. Here a link Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll and here we perhaps see the Jabberwock grangling in the garden.
A special meaning – Quinting on the chamblefrags of this plang, munches glogs come to my mind. The meaning is gring, but klardish. A Jabberwocky is a special chump, a frigdolous mang. Yes, it remains, a clog of grind in our boggles of prompts. The deep chimes of the verse port rems of a brillig day in a mimsy borogrove. Momraths entertained with Tumtum trees in a tulgy vegetation bract gloobs of fantastic burbling on a day crumbling with calloo and slank.
Still there, in a congangulous way. To forget is a blang, a frogglulous trant. somewhere in a plunderful welt, no never to be tragged. There was a volta, many crambs away, when a vorpal blade cransched and plattered on a standular conkle tree. The Jabberwocky lived in its chantered wood, sundered by the bandersnatch, by Tabby and even Wordy. It was one with the grongs and the cheesles, marking it pads on a klinkled path and freeding on wordless and grergs. Oh, for the jamp of a santy it would cringe, and lay its head on a boggle root to sleep and dream of a sankle and grood.
“A poem never to be forgotten, little Jabberwock.”
“Mrs. Angloswiss, I wangle for a woggle in a wanklefor trum.”
“Yes little Jabberwock, the day will come and your talents will be recognised, as well as your words of wisdom.”
“I am a vocifer plang, a creation of the Carollius beast. Thanks to a chingle from an Angloswiss for a Jabberwocky voice in a bangled forest, I am Jabberwocky. See my t-shirted body, with “I AM JABBERWOCK”. A gift from the Wordy of the Pressy forest.”
“Jabberwock you deserve this dschangled honour, a trimph for the memory of an unforgettable verse.”
“Verse – I am real, I live and I galumph in the forests of Switzerland thanks to my revival caused by a dailious prompt of the evvervorpal kind. Oh, manglelous grovies! Oh bumpleful noogs! Let us chang our boggles on a krindely veg with a grumple for the promptfulless of a chang. It is a wungerful cloomp for a Jabbewock. Mrs. Angloswiss, are you listening?”
“Oh Jabberwock, I think I lost the thread somewhere in this frugulous spruce, but return again. We will kill the frumerous bandersnatch vorpally together on a ganderful day and make our songles together with a manxome foe.
Yes, ’twas brillig and the slithy loves did gyre and gamble in the wab” on a day for a daily prompt. Of course, you understood what I wrote, it is pure Jabberwocky and everyone can speak Jabberwock, I think.
Daily Prompt: By Heart – The Vorpal Blade went Snicker-Snack!
Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss 
Brilliant!
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Thank you
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Werbolanduful posture!
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Tanku
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Beware the jubjub bird and shun the frumious Bandersnatch!
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Especially when you go shopping in the local supermarket.
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…or mucking about In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells. (Sorry… Different author.)
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That’s OK, I sometimes have to visit the basement of the supermarket, where dark things do not always sleep. It’s where they sell the plants and green things that grow.
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I can’t converse in this vocabulary but definitely try this.Grüezi Äbä, genau Jetz isch färtig. Hope I am able to convey something worth. Just for info, the link is showing ‘Page not found’, may be a problem at my end.
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Chei Problem. Ig ha nit gwusst dass du au Schwiezertütsch verstahsch (no problem. I did not know that you also understand Swiss german)
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There was one post of yours in which you mentioned the concept of two dots on top of alphabets in swiss language and few other complications and contrasts regarding swiss german and english both. I think that was the time I got inquisitive & picked up few common words and phrases while reading on net.
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What an all-around brillig post! This is the poem I read to my dad the last time I saw him alive… It was a beautiful day and though I already loved this poem (tangled as it was in great childhood memories) it became even more special that afternoon. 🙂
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I always loved this poem. One of the reasons that I decided to learn it by heart. My second favourite is the Raven by Edgar Allen Poe, but that is even too long for me to learn.
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I’m off to look up all those new words in the dictionary!
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You won’t find most of them, they exist only in my head dictionary.
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Brillig! (Did I say it correctly?) You introduced me to a whole new world. Is the first time I read Jabberwocky. Thank you for the link. With my poor English this post was a difficult one to me. I had to read it twice to understand it. And finally I did it and enjoyed it so much!
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I grew up with the poem. It is in the book Alice Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll. It always fascinated me. I did not have so much difficulty with the words, but with writing them. My stupid computer, which was not programmed for Jabberwock, kept correcting my words.
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Welcome to the autocorrect world. You can disable it, I think.
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It is quite easy to disable, just take the tick out of the box, but I might forget to put the tick back again.
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I read the book, but translated to Spanish and I don’t remember what they did with the poem.
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In college I choreographed Jabberwocky and actually one first prize in the dance concert. Unfortunately it was more than forty years ago, and I still remember the frabjous day!
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I would loved to have seen that, not an easy task, and may the Jabberwock be with you.
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