In New York, Sam's son has a darker glass...
With Lewis Carrol nights he lies awake
And dreams the hunting of the snark (although
I must profess right here that he has no
Particular lust for young girls or tak-
Ing of nudie pictures--no!) but still he
Thinks he'd like just once to find a really
Huge bandersnatch--and oh, a tum-tum tree
In the back garden would be so lovely
I promise he won't hurt me any-
More if you'll just take off this jacket so
He can look out the window--see, we know
Where Alice is hiding and he's got to
Cut off her head--he promised the queen. Go
Mommy! Please, Mommy, let us go, Mommy.
Christopher J. Cramer