THE FOOL… a silly poem

At breakneck speed

He rounded that curve

Slinging up dust

Some cursing was heard

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Faster and faster

Did his tennis shoes tread

Don’t you dare slow down

Or you will end up dead

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With broom in hand

She pursued his sorry soul

Caught him kissing on her sister

Now to the ground he’s gonna roll

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Her parents tried to tell her

That he wasn’t worth her time

Hindsight’s 20/20

When they cross that line

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But something’s got to give

Before this day is through

I wouldn’t want to be him

When she catches that fool

man running along seashore during golden hour

The Whimsical Ways of a Wondering Weasel

The whimsical ways of a wondering weasel

Have perplexed all those who know him

His indifference abounds

As he runs all around

In the forest

Where parents abhor him

white and brown long-fur animal

But the lace-ladened lady

Who visits these woods

Believes that his antics are awesome

From that which is pure

A lighthearted cure

For the rest who refuse to blossom

white and gray weasel

So, if in the woods of magical beings

Where clear eyes can see what’s before them

Praise Him high above

For sharing His love

Through a creature

Who we know adores Him