And all of the Obama fans in the neighborhood are chortling in their joy,their signs still out, one house with balloons. We have slain the Jabberwocky who was trying to whiffle his way into our neck of the tulgey woods.
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Punch-Drunk Bruiser
Dear, dear I fear
Such unbearable joy cannot be
Stomached by the neocon
Jabberwocky’s cauliflower ears.
Yes, I believe I see it now.
All meaningful conflict resolutions come down not to global corporate wars-of-the-worlds but to particular local moral confrontations.
The climactic battle in the great allegorical struggle against the slimy beast took place -- where else? -- in the woods of Poland.
No, I think it is a bit risky to be so celebratory. But we are still carrying our vorpal swords here in Ohio. Lots of mini jubjubs and aspiring bandersnathes did well, thanks to the gerrymandering.
I love that YouTube, Tom!
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