’Twas Tumblr, and the slithy memes
Did bode and call out on the dash:
Fucken WIMDY were the shitpost streams,
And of things was the trash.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The eeb that deebs, the blorb that plinks!
Beware of Shittos Glup, and shun
Bendlebick Cumperdincks!”
He took his discourse sword in hand;
Long time the chungus foe he sought—
So rested he in the ball pit (free!)
And sat awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish (derogatory) thought he sat,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came GIFfling through the old group chat,
And hurgled as it came!
UWU! UWU! And through and through
The discourse blade went “Um, actually, the Jabberwock is coded as friendly because ‘eyes of flame’ means red and orange, and those are warm and inviting colors according to ‘color theory’, which I guess you haven’t heard of and don’t understand.”
He left it dead, and with its head
He man car door hook hand.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boi!
O #frabjousday! Sounds fake but okay!”
He reblogged in his joy.
’Twas Tumblr, and the slithy memes
Did bode and call out on the dash:
Fucken WIMDY were the shitpost streams,
And all of us were trash.
