Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't very
fuzzy, was he!
But...
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a ducky
(warm underwater-- how lucky!)
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a gerbil
(naturally, he was non-verbal)
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a kitty
(and by the way, very pretty)
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a puppy
(so much fuzzier than a guppy)
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a packrat
(but don't let him hear you say that!)
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Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bird
(and he loved his lemon curd!)
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a kitten
(all who met her were quite smitten!)
~Natasha L. Scragg (Sept. 3, 2021)
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Categories:
fuzzier, animal, funny, silly,
Form: Rhyme
I'm sitting and thinking of the past and I'm sad
Not due to the situations but because the quality is bad
I've always had problems with this faulty camera in my mind
The images get fuzzier the more I try and find
I've taken it apart, I've tried cleaning the lens
But the pictures sit around and become blurry again
The longer they've been sitting there the blurrier they are
Some of my dearest memories are the blurriest by far
I know we all may have this problem, that's why we all should care
Because clear and lasting memories are oh so very rare
Categories:
fuzzier, meaningful, memory,
Form: Rhyme
A Near Midnight Stroll
A nightly walk
In the shine of the moon
Time starts to stalk
When midnight is now soon
Hands of the clock stop
Vision becomes hazier
A shadow is seen on top
Of the lamplights that look fuzzier
The shadow leaves its spot
To get a better look at your shock
You then hear a bang with a shot
That gets your body on lock
Crumples downward in duress
And what is left is now a mess
Written on December 13, 2019
Categories:
fuzzier, angst, dark, death, murder,
Form: Sonnet
In the deep slumber
Of thoughts fuzzier than ever
Close, and closer a voice echoes
Through the haze
And darkness of a nocturnal place
A face brightens the day
With the ray of hope
Touches this hand
And never let go
My face is just low
For an unworthy child
Just mild and helpless
Dependent and immature
That is who I am I know for sure
I'm so sorry that I am not Ideal
Not perfect full of mistakes
I am nothing, just nothing
Can't do everything
To be on top deep down I'm a mop
Cannot sleep, no peace inside
Please forgive me
I can't stop the pain
I can't make it go away
On the edge, I just fell
Thinking of it every single day
I might drown
By your thoughts
I cry and frown.
Categories:
fuzzier, absence, confusion, depression, forgiveness,
Form: Prose Poetry
Dare we all sit
On our laurels'
Fore retribution is a fact
For the Devil has
His henchmen
They always' have
His back',
And I think that it
Is fair to say that
Things' do not get
Any fuzzier than that
But Jesus has the
Longest record of
Penants' and restoration
And baby that's a fact
And to all of the Lords'
Contributions', he is true
Not just some cheap
Imatation,
Whats' a man to do
Sure we all have friends'
And relations'
Nonprofessiionals' have a
Pretty good shot too.......
And things' get even fuzzier
Than that!
GF
Categories:
fuzzier, adventure
Form: Light Verse