The Jabberwock

1 Show me, Great Muse, why the heat is my trouble,
2 Why my bones, and my back, and my knees ache of double
3 The pain I once felt, That once crushed my soul,
4 My heart, my pride, oh it crushed me whole.
5 Dear muse inform me, how this desert could be
6 So ruthless and horrid, dry to the bone, how will I ever make it to and fro?
7 The heat is my trouble. Yes, I know it,
8 And yet it sits here feeling so stoic,
9 Always consistent and never changing,
10 Forcing my determination to be ever so raging.
11 It’s temping, it is, to fear, to quit.
12 But I choose my grit, I choose my goal
13 So answer Great Muse, where is the cold?
14 The heat is my trouble, no it wont go,
15 It follows me though every toll.
16 The ache in my back, my arms, my legs,
17 The pain, it worsens by the day.
18 Why does it terrorize, why does it roar?
19 Will I make it past this heat that bores
20 Into my soul, the whole of myself failing and breaking.
21 Whether I will, whether I wont,
22 Answer great muse, where I will go?
23 Why the heat is my trouble, I know it is, unless of course there is more to this . . .