Author's note: This is a poem of nonsense which has an indirect message about stereotypes.
Miles from it all you see,
Kilos from beyond you may see,
The secret is the eternalness of above,
Or will a bearded man come to save me?
Slithy toves of graceful seeming to graduate,
'Thou art blind young sorter?' It yelled,
'See, I see said the blind man',
'Aye, only the see-able may be should to pass'
'I don't know what you speak Old One',
'Only Time and Space understand me boyish being',
'Aye, but I, the Blind may pass, No?'
'Ha, you who are blind seek to go to the kingdom Aharf?'
'Yes me great O' soul-keeper.'
'Well, the permission am not granted you beamish soul.'
'But, why do you not see?'
'Because you are forsaken young beam to see beyond your nose.'
'Contrarariwise, it is You who may not see thru to the bit of your ear.'
'How dare thy to seek pass the humanoid gracious bond!'
'You are the one O' to seem so dreary.'
'BEGONE you out-of-place wanderer!'
'NO, you are the wanderer.'
He left in a balanced gallop,
He never gained what was true,
As he was never to be more than him,
He could alas not see past his nose.
He would see much further than that.