Ode to Friday Five O’Clock

I’ve never much enjoyed reading poetry, but a nonsensical poem penned by Lewis Carroll over a century ago has been one of the few exceptions. The poem is aptly titled “Jabberwocky,” and the first time I read it as a youth, I was so enthralled with the opening verses that I’ve never forgotten them:

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

So, with apologies to Mr. Carroll, I’d like to "honor" his work by using it as the basis for a hack job that epitomizes the end of the workweek for me and many of my peers:

Ode to Friday Five O’Clock

‘Twas Friday and the engineers
Did writhe and wriggle in their cubes:
Consumed with thoughts of frothy beers,
Awaiting them in glassen tubes.

Until that dark and dreadful Monday overtakes our sainted Sunday . . . Cheers!