How Stately Does the Borogove

a poem in the style of Lewis' "Alice in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking Glass"

How stately does the Borogove

go where-from his stead

to the square of Timbre Town

and stand upon his head.

 

"Why do you choose to be this way?"

asked a maiden fair.

"Your beak is near the cobble street,

your feet upon the aire."

 

"I don't know what to wear, you see,

I've lost my pocket watch.

I cannot wear my waistcoat bare,

it's empty to the touch.

 

"Without a proper waistcoat clad,

I've no need for a tie.

How silly I would look, it's true.

Of that you can't deny

 

"And with the absence of a tie,

who would need a shirt?

It simply would not make much sense.

My image would be hurt.

 

"Without a shirt, most certainly,

one mustn't wear cuff links,

unless you nail them to your wrist,

and that would hurt, methinks.

 

"And so I need no outer coat,

what is left to cover?

There's nothing left, if ask you must,

please doen't start to mutter.

 

"With none of this, you'll surely know,

I cannot wear a hat.

A top without a bottom there,

who's ever heard of that?

 

"So logically I stand like this

to hide my empty head.

My feet ware where your eyes can see,

attention can be led."

 

So finally we've reached the end

and all fo you now know

about the stately Borogove

and why his head is low.