Salem's Den Journal
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2003-02-20 19:03:15 (UTC)

An Address to Mr. Carroll

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

I sat down and I pondered
Of things that did not ring
I found the little poem
And it began to sing
Of times untold and stories that
A little girl could not get--

All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

I looked down at my light blue dress
and thought a bit about
A time when I saw magic digress
and show me the world inside
A world of love and mystery
Of chess and playing cards.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

I remembered a meeting
A wasp wore a wig
But no one remembers the
story like that.
A world in which
I had my own little world.

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

There was a backwards world,
Of crazy men of white and red
And queens who wanted me
To be a pawn, a lowly pawn.
Not a golden queen...
I wanted to explain.

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--

I wasn't here to be a queen
I was a little girl
bewildered and lost
but you made me a queen
I didn't want it
I wanted to be a naive pawn

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

It was so long ago the
lion and the unicorn
chased each other and the drums
hurt me gave me

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

How could you make me
have such awful adventures
memories to last till the end of time
Like the poor little wasp
only wanted to read his
newspaper on the shore...

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

Yet-- 'tis over now
I am myself
In reality, in England.
I am not insane
I went into a world
That you imagined.

One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack![i]

Your imagination led me here
A dream within a dream
An adventure in a rabbit hole
Falling through a mirror
I met the wasp
He showed me truth.

[i]He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

The jabberwock was slain
did you not slay me?
You left me to your imagination
Why did your imagination not
Let me take my sisters?
Dinah is no protection...

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

I am not a boy
I am a girl, who cannot kill
mythical beasts.
You made me into
what I am
Let me live in peace.

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

Your joy is not my worry
I only want to say
Immortality I did not
plan for I don't want to
live another day
Don't make me

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

I have lived on these shelves too long
Let me go today
Let me have an adventure
As an adult
Let me stay
Don't make me a child forever-- I have ceased to remember
how to play.

All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


I didn't realize how this was going to come out until I
wrote it... I didn't realize I could write this. All quotes
in italics are the Jabberwocky by Charles Dodgson under the
pen name of Lewis Carroll, from the book Through the
Looking glass, 1871.

Italics don't show up here... the quotes are the couplets
that are spaced out with 6 lines of my own work in between.