through 1999

[marika]

from netcop
'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 newsgroup troll my friend!
the nerds that flame, the posts that lie!
Beware the Uncle Al, and shun
The frumious AOL!"

He took his well-worn mouse in hand;
Long time this dial-up he sought -
So rested he by his ISP,
And sat awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he sat,
Plutonium, with keys aflame,
Came whiffling through the internet
and babbled as he came!

Two ones aren't two! And Time is Mass!
The facts fell down, and reason too
He left them dumb, and with his pride
He posted it thrice more.

"And has thou proved beyond a doubt
Three brand-new lies before the dawn?
O frabjous day! Calloh! 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.