To all those who feel themselves cheated by the powers that be
`Twas eving, and the deputoys
Did brite and gimble in glee:
All milent were them, borogoves,
Like the mome raths in melee.
"Beware the Pu-P’peteer, my son!
The mouth that lies, the mind that fret!
Beware his horrocrits, and shun
The trichittle Bearionette!"
He took his vorpal’s word in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Christmans tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought did he wait,
The Pu-P’peteer, with bottlex face,
Came whiffling through the fortress gate,
And condomned as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and in
The vorpal blade flew, sharp and stout
He stabbed the foe, and wounded thing
Retreated in the cloud.
"And, hast thou slain the Pu-P’peteer?
Or only puked aloud?
Because it seems, it lurks, that queer
Behind that black-lies cloud.
But try again, and on you go
And I shall have no doubt
That you will slay our common foe,
Dissolve that black-lies cloud
`Twas eving, and the deputoys
Did brite and gimble in glee:
All milent were them, borogoves,
Like the mome raths in melee.
My most sincere congrats to all my friends who will celebrate Christmas by the Gregorian calendar.
Искренне поздравляю всех своих френдов, которые сегодян будут праздновать Рождество по григорианскому календарю.