Monday, April 15, 2019

April 15, 2019 National Poetry Writing Month

Are you okay, Jab?

Dear Jaberwock – may I call you Jab?
My father says you’re pretty scary,
That you wiffle well through tulgey wood.
I wonder, though, if you’re doing well.
Have you seen an ophthalmologist
About the burning in your eyes?
Have you tried a gastroenterologist
For that burble that I hear so loud?
You should see an orthodontist 
To help relax your catchy jaw,
And a manicurist can fix your claws.
I fear that if you don’t take care, dear Jab,
A vorpal sword may cut you down
Before you reach your prime.
The borogoves and I will wait for you,
Sitting beside this Tumtum tree,
While medicologists you seek.

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