Gobsmacked, Bamboozled and Confused

Gobsmacked, Bamboozled and Confused I was gobsmacked, bamboozled and confused when they showed me worn out crayons never unused for the lines they were destined to stay within were taken as a challenge - not a whim as the fists that clutched the colors misunderstood the concept of the lines - “for their own good” strayed with the exuberance of youth opened up a crayon kissing booth mingled the sunrise with the moon served breakfast at the height of midnight noon gobsmacked, bamboozled and confused the crayons wandered happily bemused across a barren landscape of pure snow trailing behind them life’s rainbow ©11/11/18 for – What Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses Me Poetry Contest