JABBERHOUSE
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'Twas mid-rem, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble at the rave:
Stiff liquid were the breakdancers,
  And x-ing momes outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberhouse, my son!
  The jaws that clench, the lights that flash!
Beware the Jubjub's guards, and shun
  Those dashering bad-day smash!"

So he took his vorpal blades in hand;
  Long time the manxome trip he sought--
Rested he by the "herbal" Tumtum bar
  And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in mistly thought he stood,
  The Jabberhouse, with eyes of flame,
Was whoofling out the turgid cones,
  And Boomed as it came!

One, two!  Three, four!  And back and forth
  The steel wheels went snicker-snack!
He left them dead, and in their heads
  He went spinning, galumphing back.

"And hast thou mashed up the Jabberhouse?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day!  Callooh, Callay!"
  I chortled in my joy.

'Twas mid-rem, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble at the rave:
Stiff liquid were the breakdancers,
  And x-ing momes outgrabe.