The Wouldbebride
'Twas brillig, and the minister
Did nod and mumble in the nave;
All mimsy were the womenfolk,
And the old men looked pained.
"Beware the Wouldbebride, my son!
The lips that kiss, the eyes that flash!
Beware her graceful gait, and shun
The frumious brassiere catch!"
He took his golden ring in hand:
Long time the winsome foe he sought -
So rested he by the altar rail
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood
The Wouldbebride, with eyes aflame,
Made stately progress down the aisle
And dazzled as she came!
Do you? Do you? I do. I do!
The marriage vows went snicker-snack!
Thus they were wed, and to his dread
They went galumphing back.
"And hast thou wed the Wouldbebride?
Go to your doom my foolish boy!
O frabjous day! Colloid! Callay!
You now shall know no joy."
'Twas brillig, and the minister
Did nod and mumble in the nave;
All mimsy were the womenfolk,
And the old men looked pained.
Gnight EGO! Peace and a little love!
