The Narrow Way (Inspired by Jabberwocky by Lewis Carrol)
Jacob Rowell
The Shuntum Claves were dissapate
And Worats filled the dunge
With preched prairs on every slate
The boy trepped through the stunge
“He told me not to wale and wickle
I must keep hubbling on!
But the Wrats keep making my path so fickle
Oh, how they zwoop and zawn!”
“We vove to crunt your grimbiling
Your path of piveled senglance
Come dost your king, and find true ling!
Just fost for a few minutes!”
“Beware their cuxing, weevel straight
When they gallate, my son.
Take heart, my boy, keep copes aloy,
For I’ve already won.”
The boy was herrumped by these words
As Wrats kept beggaring on;
He girned his helmet, firm he stood
Sung on his ears it donned.
The Shuntum Claves were dissipate
And Worats filled the dunge
With preched prairs on every slate
The boy trepped through the stunge.