T'was a brillig night in September,
no, fuck, hang on... December.
T'were moonlit sedges awing,
I know not why, but
my polyprops went "kap-ping"
- yes they did. Twice in fact.
Well, methinks, that was strange, twas it.
I need, methinks, new polyprops, hang on, I know!
I'll fish da dun.
And surprise surprise,
Five surprises all told.
Came thus thither, to my flee:
a little dun, scruffy as can be.
I often get moved to poetry at such moments.