Jabberweekendy

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All sudsy were the beerogoves,
In jubfuxtercation of the holidabe.

Branchula wore his mollitoffle loose,
As the sun beat down in fensome facation;
The Boombox burbled in blustery bloose
As he gnannifelt his gnawesome three day vacation!