Tani

and only the snow can begin to explain // how children are apt to forget to remember // with up so floating many bells down

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? // Come to my arms, my beamish boy! // O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” // He chortled in his joy.

I was of three minds, // Like a tree // In which there are three blackbirds.

Oh, first he'll want to crop his curls, // And then he'll want a pony, // And then he'll think of pretty girls, // And holy matrimony.

Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth, // And spikes on top of him and scales underneath, // Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose, // And realio, trulio, daggers on his toes.

It dropped so low — in my Regard — // I heard it hit the Ground — // And go to pieces on the Stones // At the bottom of my Mind — /// Yet blamed the Fate that flung it — less // Than I denounced Myself, // For entertaining Plated Wares // Upon My Silver Shelf.

I opened a book and in I strode // Now nobody can find me. // I’ve left my chair, my house, my road, // My town and my world behind me. /// I opened a book and made some friends. // I shared their tears and laughter // And followed their road with its bumps and bends // To the happily ever after. /// I finished my book and out I came. // The cloak can no longer hide me. // My chair and my house are just the same, // But I have a book inside me.

Female

Somewhere under the rainbow

Poetry is really cool.