‘’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.’
It snowed again…
And there was a blizzard…
And I slept and fought the virus…
I’ve already won!!!!
‘I see it now,’
Alice remarked thoughtfully:
‘and what are “toves”?’
‘and what are “toves”?’
As for the photos.
With borscht.
I wanted to show you.
How we cook.
When there is no electricity.
— on our stove.
Which we heat with wood…
But it’s okay —
‘Well, “toves” are something like badgers
– they’re something like lizards
– and they’re something like corkscrews.’
‘They must be very curious-looking creatures.’
We are warm.
And not hungry…
But what about those?
Who live in high-rise apartments?
They buy small stoves.
That run on gas canisters…
‘Elves’ are strong people!!!
They find solutions to any problem…
‘They are that,’
said Humpty Dumpty:
‘also they make their nests under sun-dials
– also they live on cheese.’
It snowed again…
And there was a blizzard…
And I slept and fought the virus…
I’ve already won!!!!
‘’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.’
*Because I read my friend’s new letter.
So, I wrote this poem, led by ‘THROUGH the LOOKING-GLASS’ written by Lewis Carroll, you know.
You are a magical poet(poetess), my friend!
And the photo at the head of this page is, of course, yours, my friend!
