The original…
Jabberwocky, by Lewis Carrol
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Updated version…
Jaberdonk
Twas Replay, and the slithy noobs
did gyre and gamble in the pot.
All mimsy watching their YouTubes
and play without a thought.
“Beware the jabberdonk, my son,
the flops that bite, the fools who catch.
Beware the bingo bird, and shun
the frumious schemes they hatch!”
He took his hard won chips in hand;
long hating chips that were bought.
And sighing, in the pot they land,
playing odds as he was taught.
And, as in uffish thought he sat,
the Jabberdonk, without a care,
while linking pictures of his cat,
shoved allin as if to dare!
One, two! Seconds ticking off with dread,
“He can’t be made,” his voice aquiver
“Who makes that play while far ahead?
I only have to fade one river.”
And hast thou slain the Jabberdonk?
Let’s see the cards, my beamish boy.
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
“My hand held up,” he said with joy!
Twas Replay, and the slithy noobs
did gyre and gamble in the pot.
All mimsy watching their YouTubes
and play without a thought.