Fuzzy Memory
Fuzzy Memory
As a keeper of memories
I am second to none.
My cells are young, eager and clear -
I will yield to no one!
My Master is a cautious man,
I am fed precisely.
I sort and store in exact fashion,
Then recall concisely.
That is why March the fifth stands out -
Love came to my Master.
What came to my orderly world
Was a pure disaster.
She overloaded his senses
I got a pure jumble.
New smell, new touch,new low laughter -
Words were just a mumble
Where could I store all these new things?
They were all his treasures.
As the night wore on I won out -
They're stored under pleasures.
I won't get caught like that again.
First love is once, that's all.
But I'm stuck with a fuzzy one -
Don't ask me to recall.
May 15, 2016
For contest ________ Memory, Poet Destroyer A
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