{"id":97,"date":"2019-10-03T11:56:00","date_gmt":"2019-10-03T11:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/10\/03\/a-poem-for-thursday-51\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T21:08:31","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T21:08:31","slug":"a-poem-for-thursday-51","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/10\/03\/a-poem-for-thursday-51\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #51"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Today’s poem is pure nonsense written by Lewis Carroll. Sometimes life just needs a little nonsense. This poem is best read aloud, at the top of your voice, while standing on your feet. Please use extravagant gestures and enjoy every moment of it.<\/p>\n

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves<\/i>
\n\u00a0 Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;<\/i>
\nAll mimsy were the borogoves,<\/i>
\n\u00a0 And the mome raths outgrabe.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\n“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!<\/i>
\n\u00a0 The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!<\/i>
\nBeware the Jubjub bird, and shun<\/i>
\n\u00a0 the frumious Bandersnatch!”<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nHe took his vorpal sword in hand:<\/i>
\n\u00a0 Long time the manxome foe he sought,-<\/i>
\nSo rested he by the Tumtum tree,<\/i>
\n\u00a0 And stood awhile in thought.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nAnd as in uffish thought he stood,<\/i>
\n\u00a0 The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,<\/i>
\nCame whiffling through the tulgey wood,<\/i>
\n\u00a0 And burbled as it came!<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nOne, two! One, two! And through and through<\/i>
\n\u00a0 The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!<\/i>
\nHe left it dead, and with his head<\/i>
\n\u00a0 He went galumphing back.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\n“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?<\/i>
\n\u00a0 Come to my arms, my beamish boy!<\/i>
\nO frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”<\/i>
\n\u00a0 He chortled in his joy.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\n“Twas brillig, and the slithy toves<\/i>
\n\u00a0 Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;<\/i>
\nAll mimsy were the borogoves,<\/i>
\n\u00a0 And the mome raths outgrabe.\u00a0<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nJabberwocky<\/i>
\nLewis Carroll<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Today’s poem is pure nonsense written by Lewis Carroll. Sometimes life just needs a little nonsense. This poem is best read aloud, at the top of your voice, while standing on your feet. Please use extravagant gestures and enjoy every moment of it. ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves \u00a0 Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, \u00a0 And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! \u00a0 The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun \u00a0 the frumious Bandersnatch!” He took his vorpal sword in hand: \u00a0 Long time the manxome foe he sought,- So rested he by the Tumtum tree, \u00a0 And stood awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, \u00a0 The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, \u00a0 And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through \u00a0 The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with his head \u00a0 He went galumphing back. “And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? \u00a0 Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” \u00a0 He chortled in his joy. “Twas brillig, and the slithy toves \u00a0 Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, \u00a0 And the mome raths outgrabe.\u00a0 Jabberwocky Lewis Carroll<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1721,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-97","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=97"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2558,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97\/revisions\/2558"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1721"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=97"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=97"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=97"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}