Woe: A Poem

I don't normally write poetry, nor do I even like poetry all that much. But the following poem showed up in my brain in late December or early January:

Woe is me

And woe are we

And woe to them and thou

For who should know

Such times of woe

And who should wonder how?

It does seem to roll off the tongue nicely. For some reason I can imagine my grandfather memorizing something like that circa 1905.