I’m consterned, I’m very consterned,
I’m filled with consternation;
Consterning how all things have turned
In this here conster-Nation
I am flummoxed and nonplussed,
I’m filled up with non-plussing;
As far as dis old cuss’s consterned?
It all ain’t worth discussing
Love it! Is this as a consequence of any particular event?
I wrote this originally last year, so, whatever it was that consterned me, I don’t recall.
The ephemeral nature of consternation doesn’t lessen its all-encompassing grip.