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Lewis Carroll Revisited

Drink Me Adriana Gamondes

For Liam and G., Warrior Cousins

By Adriana Gamondes

My nephews are amazing kids. They’re funny, they stand up for others who are less able to, they understand things most adults can’t fathom and our twins love them. One reason comparisons between my nephews stellar neurotypical accomplishments and their injured cousins have never burned is because Liam and G. so obviously give a damn. Unless they were blindfolded or launched in a Sputnik, it would have been impossible to shield them from the way we lost Grandpa, or how their little cousins regressed.  We wish they could have learned about it from a book instead. Or maybe a Tim Burton film— or rhyming quatrains.  For my nephews, who already fell down the rabbit hole and came out fighting…    

The Jabberdocky *

Twas Healy and the Jesus quote

That Wired a Mnookin for the Gates

All whimsy were Vowell’s Carrolling

And the moms wrote outrage


Beware the Jabberdoc my dears

The quacks that poke, the kiddy crack

Beware the Pubmed fraud

And shun the Fombonnius  JAMAhacks


Dick Armey wrote in Bushy hand

Long time they sought the Lilly shield

And blagged BD to the GMC

Which BMJ’ed a Glaxo deal


And as the Offit tropes grew rust

The Jabberdoc with plunger aimed

Came Wiznitzing through the Omnibus

And Murdoched as it came


The schedule grew! Now we can’t sue

The vaccine trade made sicker tots

Some left for dead, and some in SpEd

Cuffed, bagged and drugged until they rot


And hast thou saved the Jabberdoc?

Three Special Masters stacked the tests

Like fire wood for the greater good

The DSM will burn the rest


Twas Poling and the mito clues

Fired 83 across the bow

All flimsy were fourteen etudes

And the moms laughed out loud


*Parody of The Jabberwocky  from Lewis Carroll’s Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872


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Thanks so much for the kind words all.

Eerie how the Walrus and the Carpenter could have gone up as is...

Angus Files

Exactly right ..not as disturbing as the real deal autism deal dosent have the clonopcy bags,the human bite marks from your children on your arms,the incontienice pads,the smearing of poo around everywhere,and more

Shame them!!



The poet is born. Thank you Adriana,for your painfully perfect poem.


Exceptionally brilliant!

Elizabeth Gillespie


you gave me goosebumps!!

Donna L.

As if the original version wasn't creepy enough!

I don't know of anyone else on earth who can transform tragedy into art as exquisitely as you can, Adriana.

Theresa Cedillo

Adriana - you're a genius

Vicki Hill

LOL! Jabberwocky was the only poem that my son with ASD ever memorized. When I read your words, in my mind I hear his 4 year old voice (from 20 years ago) admonishing me to "Beware the Jabberwock...."


This poem was a lot of work! Well done.
I am going through all the links and will probably be done by July!
Lots of things I have forgotten and need to be reminded of.
And--- on the illerate end of it all --- I did not know there was such a word as Blagger?
I looked it up and it is a great word -- especially describing BD (Brian Deer).

Great piece of work.
Now I have to go -- my eyes are tired from all the reading.


Extremely well said Adriana! Thank you!

Not an MD

Brilliant and extremely disturbing at the same time.


We'll have a cure someday. A cure tomorrow, a cure yesterday but NEVER a cure today. And the hatter was indeed mad - from the mercury used in making felt hats. I live in CT, home of Danbury - "Hat City" and "The Danbury Shakes" which was the neurological effect of mercury on the workers - who shook.

Jenny Allan

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."


The Offit and the Mnookin

“I weep for you,” the Walrus said.
“I deeply sympathize.”
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size.
Holding his pocket handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

“O Oysters,” said the Carpenter.
“You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?”
But answer came there none –
And that was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.

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