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Monday, July 10, 2023

Subterfoojum

     Charles Dodgson famously claims to have thought 
of the line "...for the Snark was a Boojum, you see..." 
well before composing the scores of remaining lines 
to his alter ego Lewis Carroll's Nonsense classic "The 
Hunting of the Snark."

"...For the Snark was a Boojum..." he said.
(It was Dodgson who did so, I've read.)
I'd assumed that the crew,
in the end, muddl'd through,
while the Baker was lost, presumed dead.

So: "...the Snark was a Boojum..." Aw-w-w-right...
but 'twere never that grisly a sight,
for 'twas noted by none
(well, perhaps just the one),
so caus'd hardly so widespread a fright.

Sure, the Snark was a Boojum, albeit
just the Baker proved able to see it.
Thus I put it to you
that the rest of the crew
remain'd fully proficient to flee it.

Would "...the Snark was..." -- translated in France --
read "...le Grogner c'était..." by some chance...?
Would "...a Boojum..." not change,
but stay "...Boojum..."...? How strange!
What a totally weird circumstance! 

Yes, the Snark was a Boojum, okay!
Still, I wholly maintain to this day:
Had the Baker stay'd back
with the rest of his claque,
he'd have never just "faded away."

Though the Snark was a Boojum, the verse
makes no mention at all of a curse.
Was it very bad karma --
some tear in the dharma...?
Let's face it: things could have been worse.

Why the Snark was a Boojum's unknown.
Could it be that the Snark was a clone
of the vile Jubjub bird...?
Or is such too absurd...?
(Why won't sceptics just throw me a bone!)

Would "...the Snark was a Boojum..." be true
if the Rev'rend Charles Dodgson but knew
about helium-3 or the cirio tree*...?
If he had, would he've holler'd, "We're through!"...?
     * Boojum, a phenomenon in physics associated with 
 superfluid helium-3, is also a tree native to Baja, California. 

 In a far distant galaxy, we 
 would shed fewer tears, show much more glee. 
 There the Baker fades not, 
 as the final line's wrought: 
 "...For the Snark weren't a Boojum, you see." 

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