Sitting upon my bedroom chair,

Mother, with a soft hand holds the book.

A soft light glows upon her hair.

"Twas Brillig" she reads,

I can feel the excitement growing in me,

just as I can almost see his forhead bead 

In anticipation.

And suddenly I slay the jabberwocky! Slicing off its head, 

I watch today's troubles slip away into the abyss of unimportance.

I stand staring down at my dragon, I've killed it dead