The Crazy Guard and Riddle Experience With a Museum Guide

The guilty guard tried His guess never got closer to right The guide was trying to be patient with her guest The strings of her guitar strummed   The zigzag lines and lazy shrugs They all made him try to argue his dialogue He went to a catalog and searched for the dialog His phone rang wildly with a picture of iceberg with a ladybug shaking   His intrigue tongue twirled inside his mouth The fatigue of the guide got plagued at him wondering ‘This league might be written in different… Language!’   His strong hand tapped on the gauge With his vague language, He texted his telephone, ‘Shan’t* it bet* be something starting with a T instead of G?’