Mine's "Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll



`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.

I like my sister's poetry. I'd post some, but the only stuff I have handy hasn't been published yet.

flowers for algernon

once was a man from nantuket

...whose dick was so long he could suck it...

I love Poe.

Roses are red voilets are blue i have a foot and its about to kick you.

roses are red, babies are whiney, seppuku really likes, to take it in the hiney.



- Hand

Roses are red, violets are blue, LET'S GO RIDE BIKES

I memorized this in middle school:



My mother made a meat loaf

that provided much distress,

she tried her best to serve it,

but she met with no success,

her sharpest knife was powerless

to cut a single slice,

and her efforts with a cleaver

failed completely to suffice.





She whacked it with a hammer,

and she smacked it with a brick,

but she couldn't faze that meat loaf,

it remained without a nick.

I decided I would help her

and assailed it with a drill,

but the drill made no impression,

though I worked with all my skill





We chipped at it with chisels,

but we didn't make a dent,

it appeared my mother's meat loaf

was much harder than cement,

then we set upon that meat loaf

with a hatchet and an ax,

but that meat loaf stayed unblemished

and withstood our fierce attacks.





We borrowed bows and arrows,

and we fired at close range,

it didn't make a difference,

for that meat loaf didn't change,

we beset it with a blowtorch,

but we couldn't find a flaw,

and we both were flabbergasted

when it broke the power saw.





We hired a hippopotamus

to trample it around,

but that meat loaf was so mighty

that it simply stood its ground,

now we manufacture meat loaves

by the millions, all year long,

they are famous in construction,

building houses tall and strong.