Which is more demented -- the mind that creates
a poem like Lewis Carroll's Jabberwocky
or the one that creates a sonnet from it?
The rhyme scheme for the sonnet is unusual:
O manxome foe! O fearsome Jabberwock!
Long time did I seek you, as slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; you mocked
Me then, among the mimsy borogoves.
How brillig! Yea, how brillig were the days
I sought you, tireless, in the tulgey wood;
You boldly whiffled t'ward my resting place –
The Tumtum tree by which I uffish stood.
Your jaws bit air, your claws caught naught but sky;
My vorpal blade struck home. You screamed in pain!
The blade went snicker-snack, went snicker-snack,
And with your head I came galumphing back;
Thus by my hand you, Jabberwock, were slain.
O frabjous day! A beamish boy am I!