I don't even have to refer to the list to know what today's entry in the One-a-Day Totally Fresh and Virginal BS Topic sweepstakes is.

It's JABBERWOCKY!!!!

Ya know, I really don't understand how we've managed to escape talking about Jabberwocky before now. It stands alone at the pinnacle - the place where BS meets high art. The place to which all true MOABites aspire.

Just imagine L.C. saying to himself, "Hmmmm... It would really be fun to make up a mock heroic poem using made-up words. The trick would be to construct it in such a fashion that even though the words taken individually make no sense, the whole work creates a clear mental picture in the reader's mind. What fun! What total BS!"

Damn! I love this poem!

JABBERWOCKY
Lewis Carroll
(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

`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, has 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.