A Pungent Pang of Proof Or Pooh

A Pungent Pang of Proof or Pooh I had walked into the woods and sang my song of songs As the autumn leaves lazily blew them lazily away, Slowly and cautiously, I walked to the edge of the woods as you came one day I dreamily thought and looked savagely and vaguely for so long, But in an instant thought I'd better not enter for I did not belong. I instantly saw you as you shook your pensive head and heard you say I'd better not enter it might be too far; you might hear my footsteps stray, If anyone may even see me, he may be much stronger than I Fear was not or must not be one of my unknown foes which I'll deny. From my view, where I stood still and thus saw it all, All the lowly boughs upon the trees right near outside, Smelling all the pungent sweet pangs it did will me to call And tell everyone to which I had viewed and still abide. For this is not a true tale which I have talked and walked aloof In the woods, they lay awake and are here for nay they have no proof. In pure happenstance, there may be a person to tell you, you’re a goof. Any way I’m nearing the end of my fable of a tale Can you not see the offensive smell of that elusive wail? I thought I had seen it all, over many a year I’m still smelling That gad awful smell, or is it a putrid smell of someone’s pooh. Oh, oh, now you can see just how fast I can really run away from you. Written: May 9, 2014 Theresa Marie W-C