Caren Krutsinger Poet Monorhyme

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.

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Douglas Pederson April 16, 2019 at 11:45 AM you have such keen eyes this week to write this poem of whom you seek that had to be a time to put that together. I like it. Caren Krutsinger April 16, 2019 at 1:19 PM Thank you Douglas. Nice comment.

Jannie Breedt April 12, 2019 at 2:33 AM What exactly made the porch boards to creak? He he, Speak elf maiden speak Caren Krutsinger April 12, 2019 at 6:48 AM The porch boards did creak, so I would be forced to seek my love, name of Zeke.