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Oh dear - my lack of a fine literary education has been exposed!  Here is my take:

'Twas brillig, and the slithery Gove
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the breurocrats,
      And the Leave rats outgrabe.

"Beware the BOJO Jabberwock,
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Mayfly bird, and shun
      The frumious Jacob Rees-Mogg!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
      Long time the Juncker foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
      And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
      Boris Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain Boris Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my British boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
      He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy Gove
      Was still gimbling in the wabe:
All mimsy were the Breurocrats,
      And the Leave rats raved.

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by Frank Schnittger (mail Frankschnittger at hot male dotty communists) on Thu Feb 28th, 2019 at 06:01:46 PM EST
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