Heralds are proclaiming Calooh Callay and the happy crowds in the are shouting “ Oh Frabjous Day!
”This is all well and good. But no one seems to know or at least understand the Jabberwocky.
Jabberwocky, or Jabberwock, as his friends called him, was a simple soul. He liked nothing better than to devour maidens and callow youth and often joked about the contracts offered to him by frustrated parents, who were sick of the kids belting out Eminem or Britney Spears on their ghetto blasters. “They paid me well, for shutting up the awful noise,” Jabberwock told me in an exclusive interview, Brillig Eve, 2002.
Jabberwock’s best friend, Frumious Bandersnatch, tearfully told me that Jabberwock liked nothing better than going to Brillig with his friend, the Jujub Bird, gyre and gimble in the wabe and listen to pop band, Mimsy Borogrove or watching his favorite NBL team, the Mome Raths, outgrabe all others.
“They paid me well, for shutting up the awful noise,” Jabberwock told me in an exclusive interview, Jabberwocky once had a tryout for the Mome Raths, but just missed the cut.
This did not deter him. He continued his career as Callow Youth devourer and made enough money to buy a Tumtum tree plantation and it was here, Jabber met his untimely end.
As a young Jabberwock, the late, anti-hero was considered to be very ugly and although this did not faze him overmuch, it was being called a nerd that unbalanced his mind. This was brought out in a report from the phychology Practice of Jung Freud and McCartney.
Part of this report claimed that if he, Jabberwock, was manxome enough to whiffle through impenetrable objects, such as the Tulgey Woods to get his taunter.
It started off as any normal Brillig holiday. Jabberwocky, Bandersnatch and Jujub planned a day of gyring and gimbling in the wabe.
Jabbers’ mom had packed a panic basket of broiled blonde and cold quarterback cuts and a big flask of orange juice.
Miz Bandersnatch, the town’s dessert queen had given Bandersnatch junior, a dozen tarts, which her supplier, K. Naveov Hertz, claimed they came from an unattended windowsill at the palace.
The Jujub family had given their offspring, a generous portion of their Barry Manilow CDs and a player, for their musical enjoyment. As well as that, Mimsy Borogrove would be performing that afternoon.
In a report to police officers Tweedle-Dee and Dumm, a tearful Jujub said all was well until a voice from behind a Tumtum tree kept calling Jabber’s a nerd and wuss. “Bander and I tried to restrain him,” Jujub sobbed. “He went whiffling through the Tulgey Woods. We then saw the Beamish boy.
He was standing near the Tumtum Tree. He had a vorpal sword in hand - anyone knows that the Jabberwockies are no match for the vorpal sword. It was one, two, snicker snee and our friend was gone.” The last we saw of Jabbers was him galumphing through the Tulgey Wood, head in hand.
A Senate enquiiry is not on any agenda - yet.
In tribute, Wonderland Poet Laureate, Lew Carroll, penned this verse.
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves.
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogroves.
And the mome rath outgrabe
©al mccartan, 2003
©al mccartan, 2003
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