On Jul 25, 4:27 am, wrote:
> On 21 Jul, 15:03, Holly > wrote:
>
> > Through the cellofeign I see your stark plight,
> > A charem of women who have lost their knight.
>
> > When I open the lid, I feel your distress.
> > You're all ravished and trembling from PTS.
>
> > What draws me disturbs, I start to salivate.
> > I have no charity for I simply take.
>
> > Having eaten and put you all out of sight,
> > I'm surprised, I do not feel a bit contrite.
>
> This reminds me of Lewis Carroll's 'The Walrus and the Carpenter'
>
> "A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
> "Is what we chiefly need:
> Pepper and vinegar besides
> Are very good indeed--
> Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
> We can begin to feed."
>
> "But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
> Turning a little blue.
> "After such kindness, that would be
> A dismal thing to do!"
> "The night is fine," the Walrus said.
> "Do you admire the view?
>
> "It was so kind of you to come!
> And you are very nice!"
> The Carpenter said nothing but
> "Cut us another slice:
> I wish you were not quite so deaf--
> I've had to ask you twice!"
>
> "It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
> "To play them such a trick,
> After we've brought them out so far,
> And made them trot so quick!"
> The Carpenter said nothing but
> "The butter's spread too thick!"

His writing influenced me a great deal. I say this quite seriously.
In elementary school the first poem I recall memorizing was
"Jabberwocky." And I am using the name Alice in a fiction piece I am
writing to pay tribute to him. Despite what is said about him
personally, he had a delicious imagination.