Befuddle
A man believed all a fuddle
Began to bath in a puddle
Each day would begin
With him jumping in
His family to him they did scuttle
They gather close by in a huddle
Voices low he heard nothing but muddle
But still there he lay
Tis himself on display
His goal was but to befuddle
Copyright © Steven Clark | Year Posted 2014
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