Rabbit hole day — In appreciation
Upon this day, some ages past
a man was born, and so he grew
From imagination wide and vast
A whimsical tome ensued
Within this tome sheer madness lies,
a journey from here to yonder.
Through perrizons and floogling eyes,
unfurl beamish tales of wonder.
Whence flummox’d, if you find yourself
with floots amongst the spyrus vage;
And lost you feel, to see an elf
take care upon turn of page.
“But this is tripe, a paltry tale!”
call those of heads fill’d up with dust
To them I glibber, and regale,
“Your minds have rot, your cry unjust!”
“What better than fantastic jaunts
through brillig nights slithy toves
where jubjub, clun, and pimsys haunt
and marmoreens sing prose.”
“What stronger than a vorpal blade,
to defend yourself from menace?
What calmer than a wamish glade
where bandersnatch play tennis?”
So come this time, on years yet hence
remember this note worthy day
We’re better off with his two cents
To Lewis: Callooh Callay!
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