QUIZ RECAP

’Twas brillig, and the 33 Taps
Did gyre and query in the wabe:
All mimsy were the Silver Lakes,
And the team raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Quizzywock, my son!
The clues that bite, the hints that catch!
Beware the Guess Who bird, and shun
The frumious Quiz Mastersnatch!”

He took his vorpal pen in hand;
Long time the manxome answer he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And drank a beer in thought.

And, as in drunkish thought he drank,
The Quizzywock, with pictures of hue,
Came whiffling through the tulgey bar,
And difficulty grew!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal pen went snicker-snack!
He answered it true, and doubled it too!
And went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Quizzywock?
Come to my arms, Tried & Trivial boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his first place joy.

’Twas brillig, and the 33 Taps
Did gyre and query in the wabe:
All mimsy were the Silver Lakes,
And the team raths outgrabe.

~Trav