All mimsy were the borogoves

It’s funny. (Perhaps only to me.) Of all the poems ever written, the one whose first stanza I can remember best is one with a bunch of made-up words. From memory:

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
and the mome raths outgrabe.

28 Mar 2002