"'Twas brillig: toves gyred in the wabe (sev'ral, slithy) while mome raths outgrabe."
Rev'rend Dodgson penn'd scores of such scenes and Carrollians know what he means.
"Mass times the speed of light squared equals energy," Albert declared.
(He was young, barely out of his teens.) Ev'ry physicist knows what he means.
Tho' off, does Lear's Scroobious Pip, piping, "Chippety...Flippety Chip,"
taxonomical cushions careens...still, most everyone knows what it means.
"I'm a genius...I'm stable -- all true! -- with the best words...the highest IQ...
with big hands...with superior genes..." Breathe there any who know what he means?
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
Monday, June 10, 2019
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