Seek Always Your Own Truth
There was a brownie name of Zeke
Who lived big and large beside a creek
Rumors said he was a lecherous freak
They came quickly, more like a flow than a leak.
The truth I steadily decided to try and seek
An elf-maiden I have never been considered meek
When I crept onto his porch, the boards did creak.
Rousing from sleep that forlorn and lonely Zeke.
It was smack dab in the middle of a crazy week,
A day after a war between mice and men who go “eek”
A war of which many decided never to speak
But I decided to share the story with lonely Zeke
His eyes were vivid green, the color of Love Creek.
I fell solidly under his spell, this brownie named Zeke.
His pureness and his sweetness was nothing to seek
For I did not know about him, this brownie named Zeke.
We fell in love, and I agreed to stay forever beside this creek
With a darling man, I decided to live, my own darling Zeke,
So if someone warns you about another, says they are a freak,
Run to them quickly, and for your own truth, please do avidly seek.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019