Posted by Chalupah on March 7, 2000 at 11:59:31:
In Reply to: Jabberwocky (a Lewis Carroll poem) posted by Gobnait on February 21, 2000 at 00:54:39:
> 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.
> bow