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Sure, here’s a poem inspired by the Jabberwocky, a character from Lewis Carroll’s “Through the Looking-Glass”.

In the whimsy woods of Wobbledee Walk,
Lives the jolly Jabberwocky, who loves to talk.
With eyes of flame, and jaws that bite,
In the tulgey wood, under the moonlight.

"Beware the Jabberwocky, my dear,
With its jubjub bird call, so clear.
Avoid the frumious Bandersnatch,
In the borogoves, they're quite a catch."

But in the mimsy borogoves, under the tumtum tree,
The brave beamish boy, as bold as can be,
With vorpal sword in hand, and heart alight,
Ventured forth to give the beast a fight.

In the uffish thought, the clash was heard,
Between the boy and the absurd.
One, two, one, two, and through and through,
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack, true.

He left it dead, and with its head,
He went galumphing back, filled with dread.
"Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
His joyous words echoed in the bay.

So here's the tale of the Jabberwocky's plight,
In the whimsy woods, under the starry night.
A tale of courage, of fear and glee,
In the world beyond the looking-glass sea.

I hope you enjoyed the poem! 😊