I wrote a variation on the poem titled Jabberwocky and I titled my version of it Cambiwocky. The poem was the best piece that I had ever wrote and I wanted to get it published by the local publishers office, Coach House. My good friend Rambisios, who works at Coach House, talked to the leading editor, Tom, and convinced him to read my poem. From the two hour long conversation that I had with Tom it sounded like he was going to read my poem out of pure pity. I went to the publishing office on, what happened to be, Friday the thirteenth. When I arrived the lady at the desk, Mrs. Meyers, she directed me to one of the the back rooms. She sounded very pleased to see another lady attempting to get a poem published but I could see through her snobbish