I was bored, one time, and, having no other activities of which to partake at hand, pulled out my cell phone and began typing text messages to my email address, as I am sometimes wont to do. In this particular instance, rather than random thoughts, I typed out the poem Jabberwocky by Lewis Carrol, as I have the entire thing committed to memory, for some reason, don’t ask why. Or do ask why, next time you see me drunk. Anyhow, this is what you get when you mix Jabberwocky with predictive text input. Quite amusing.
Twas brillig and the skiti votes did hype and hind in the yace,
All mins were the bornssmues and the e paths outgpad.
Beware the jabberyal, my son, the laws that bite, the claws that catch,
Beware the luckua bird and shun the drungor abodespmauag.He took his toppl sword in hand, longtime the manysme end he sought,
So served he by the tumu used and stood a while in vizvigv.
And as in tedish tought he stood, the jabberyal, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffing through the vulge wood and auraled as it came.One two one two and through and throug, the toppl blade went smiles snack,
He left it face and with its head he went halvopigog back.
Now hast thou plain the jabberyal? Come to my app my adamig boy.
O escalus day, ackno callaw, he choruled in his joy.Twas brillig and the skiti votes did hype and hind in the yace,
All mins were the bornssmues and the e paths outgpad.
Beware the jabberyal, my son, the laws that bite, the claws that catch,
Beware the luckua bird and shun the drungor abodespmauag.