Etch-A-Sketchy
`Twas brillig, and the Seamus dog
Did gyre and piddle on the wabe;
All mimsy were the well-fed kids,
And smiling wife outgrabe.
`Beware the Etch-A-Sketch, my son!
The dials that slide, the corners that catch!
Beware the Dubya bird’s endorsement
And shun the frumious Gingrichsnatch!'
Mitt took his new scissors in hand:
Long time the red-frame toy he sought --
So rested he by the SuperPAC tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Etch-A-Sketch, with screen of grey,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And diagrammed as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The scissor blades went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with shaven head
Mitt went galumphing back.
`And has thou slain the Etch-A-Sketch?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the Seamus dog
Did gyre and piddle on the wabe;
All mimsy were the well-fed kids,
And smiling wife outgrabe.