Ah, this is a strange one, and rather hard to explain.  Basically, I was playing Frankenstein - this is a bastard child of Hamlet's soliloquy and the Jabberwocky poem from Alice Through the Looking Glass.  Can you guess what all the words mean?

Jabberwocky in a Nutshell

To gimble or not to gimble, that is the quellema:
Whether 'tis brilligler in the wabe to suffer 
The jaws and claws of frumious Jabberwock, 
Or to take vorpal blade against manxome foes, 
And by thru-throughing end them.  To snacker: to snick:
One, two; and by a snick to say we end 
The head-ache and curly-natural locks 
That are'on Jabber's heads too; 'tis a hap-happenstand
begravely to be sought.  To snacker, to snick; 
To snick; perchance to slay.  Ay, there's the trup;
For after that slaying of Jabber what monsaurs may come, 
When we have galumphed o'er those slithy coils,
Must give us pause---there's the worrety
That makes us unsure of so gransome changes.
For who would bear the outgrabes and crees of mome raths,
Running from the Jabber's wrongs and tumeltly,
The pangs of his eyes of flame, the claws that catch,
The officing bite of jaws, The burbling
That sotty voice of the Jabber creates,   
When one alone might a quietus make
With a bumpskin bodkin?  Who would fardels bear, 
To grunt and sweat under a Tumtum tree, 
But that the dread of something worse in the wood,
The Tulgey Forest from whose bourn 
No trodder returns, puzzles the knitle,
And makes us rather bear those illsomes we have 
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus maginmation does make quiktails of us all, 
And thus the famerly hue of dermination
Is pawshed with the mimsy cast of thought, 
And nossions of uffish saming and impendency 
With this pondring their sequession turn awry 
And lose the name of questment.