When mash is mish and yet it all makes sense
The stars must be misaligned with the moon.
Early this morning I submitted a comment on a blog.
I dutifully typed in the words for the Capcha. “brillg snes”
I clicked submit and then…
My comment that had read: “Absolutely fantastic conference! Brilliant blog post!” became…
Brillig nunsens wrods mayke tyme past quyker and rybbrs sloe dwon wen conshus materia medica rytes bekumb:
"We wyll meat anubber tymes in lubbe’s loyst’s sowls. Rejoysse!”
So, I' ll meet you ... you know hwere.