I awoke charred and crusty,
and found myself somewhere near her ankles.
I ascertained that North would only lead to trouble.
But there was nothing at her feet left for me to discover.
If I could only just get to her knees.
Then I thought I might be able to run a rope to her elbow,
and avoid some of the most trecherous terrain known to man.
But alas!
The peak of her knees was a difficult climb and fruitless,
for her elbows were not visible even with the aid of my (t)rusty monocle.
I waited it out through syruppy darkness,
hoping that her elbow was only momentarily displaced
due to reasons I would never understand.
Hours after hour of waiting and nothing changed.
I was still stranded atop the peak of her majestic knee,
with still no elbow to speak of.
My only viable plan was to climb through the night,
and hope that I had reached Her Navel by first light.
My mule will not be happy, but I must make it there,
if not for nothing else than to have a chance.
The good ones are always a little crazy.
Don't be a mouse, be a lion
