Posted by Gobnait on February 21, 2000 at 00:54:39:
In Reply to: More stories for your enjoyment posted by Gobnait on February 21, 2000 at 00:36:41:
My own performance, from my point of view. You'll have to imagine the full production. ,launches into a poem by Lewis Carroll. 'Twas brillig and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe ,gyres and gimbles about the bar, looking foolish indeed. 'All mimsy were the borogoves. ,holds her hand to her forehead, looking rather mimsy. Maybe she's going to faint. 'And the mome raths outgrabe. ,snatches at all the bottles behind the bar, outgrabing you. '"Beware the Jabberwock, My son!" ,stands tall, belting out the words with a horribly serious look on her face. '"The jaws that bite," ,gnashes her teeth fearfully. '"The claws that catch!" ,claps her hands together loudly, startling you! 'Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch! ,leaps at you, her hands held like fearsome claws, her eyes wide with frumiousness! ,leans back and smirks. 'He took his vorpal sword in hand. ,picks up her mace and hefts it with a gleam in her eye. 'Long time, the manxome foe he sought- ,paces back and forth, looking around with determination in her eyes. ,collapses on a bar stool and wipes her hand across her forehead. 'So rested he by the Tumtum tree, ,rests her chin on her hand. 'And stood awhile in thought. 'And as in uffish thought he stood, ,holds her eyes wide. You can almost see flames in them. 'Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, ,gives a high-pitched whiffle and then burbles strangely. 'And burbled as it came! ,stands back, her maces ready! 'One, two! One, two! And through and through ,stabs with her maces, just as if they were swords. 'The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! ,slams her mace down with a loud THUD! 'He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. ,pretends to mount a horse and galumphs about, looking silly. ,stands up again, an expression of glee on her face. 'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock! ,beckons with both arms. 'Come to my arms, my beamish boy! cheer ,capers about, chortling with glee. whisper Twas brillig, whisper And the slithy toves Did gyre whisper And gimble in the wabe whisper All mimsy were the borogoves, whisper And the mome raths
,ponders uffishly.
,leaps up on the bar, holding her arms wide and glaring at you fearsomely!
'The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
'Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
'He chortled in his joy.
,suddenly sobers and stares at you with a strange gleam in her eye, speaking soft and slow.
whisper Outgrabe.
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