Pyrotechnic Oracle
Ah, thank you Jabber. And a word to the wise, stear clear of blades that are vorpal
whee Sorry, can't resist, I just love that story. Kinda weird to understand though. (off topic)
xd Pretty much impossible to understand. It's mostly nonsense-talk.
"Twas brillig and the slithy tove,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe,
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the momeraths upgrabe."
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son.
The jaws that bite, the claws that snatch,
Beware the jubjub bird and shun,
The frumious bandersnatch."
It gets hazy after that, but I think...
"So up his vorpal blade he took,
'Gainst manxsome foe long sought,
And so came he to the tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought."
"And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the turgy wood,
And burbled as it came."
"One two, one two, and through and through!
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack,
He left it dead, and with it's head,
He went galumphing back."
"'Hast thou slane the jabberwock my son?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day, callou callay!'
He chortled in his joy."
"Twas brillig and the slithy toves,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe,
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the momeraths outgrabe."
And that was all from memory. I went and checked the copy on my computer and, besides some spelling with the nonsense words and lack of capitalization, the only verse I got wrong was supposed to be:
"He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought."
But I like my version better.
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