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