Poems

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogroves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

Trough the Looking glass             

One fine day in the middle of the night,  Two dead boys got up to fight; Back to back they faced each other, Drew their swords and shot each other.                                                                                                   A deaf policeman heard the noise and                                                                                                                                                           went to arrest those two dead boys,                                                                                                                                 if you don't believed my lie its true                                                                                                                               ask the blind man he saw it to.                   

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."


Alice in Wonderland 

His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad, 
His hair is as dark as a blackboard. 
I wish he was mine, 
he's really divine, 
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.

Harry Potter