Twas brillig, and the lively Dacias
Did brill and muster in the north:
All mumsy were the brillers,
And parked distant from other sorts.
Beware the Audi and the Beemer!
The doors that fly, the mirrors that flick
Beware the Juju bird, in case
she bring the needle with which to prick
She took her TomTom Go in hand:
Long time the vexsome exit sought,
So rested she by the Chestnut tree,
And spiders for Monty caught.
And, as in huffish thought she stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of red,
Came whiffling and burbling through the wood,
"I expect that'll be the Botulism" she said
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
Then at last when all was done
They went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?"
"Why, no!" our heroes spake
"All that noise and fire and smoke,
Was us cutting up the cake!".
Twas brillig, and the lively Dacias
Did brill and muster in the sun.
Paintwork flashed and chrome did gleam
But cake they left but none