Time To Guzzle The Puzzle!
The cat watches as the pieces flow and then what do you know. That isn't a question though as on the floor they go. The ones at the other sea yell at me as I trot away with glee.
Puzzles fit.
Puzzles mix.
Puzzles take wit.
Puzzles pull out tricks.
This piece goes there.
This piece goes here.
Not a piece to spare.
The image is now clear.
Clear as a bell.
Clear as a bird.
What the hell,
Can use any word.
The web we weave.
The things we do.
None you can leave,
Each sticking with you.
A puzzle to solve.
One all your own.
In or to evolve,
Can't simply hold the phone.
Many within one,
Before the finish line.
Each asking to be done,
As life continues to align.
Puzzled today?
That's not new.
I've created a display,
Many a day at my zoo.
Another with work.
Another to think.
Both quite the perk,
As in answers sink.
Solved and added.
New extensions at play.
Nothing is padded,
At the end of the day.
The puzzle of life,
Has its out pieces.
Some joy, some strife,
Until the final one ceases.
All that from knocking pieces on the floor. Who knew a rhyme could come from that other shore? I guess we do now. Enjoy solving puzzles of any kind that may or may not wow? Everything is there to solve in some way, we just need to play. Now I think I'll go back to sass. I can't always be a wise little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Puzzles fit.
Puzzles mix.
Puzzles take wit.
Puzzles pull out tricks.
This piece goes there.
This piece goes here.
Not a piece to spare.
The image is now clear.
Clear as a bell.
Clear as a bird.
What the hell,
Can use any word.
The web we weave.
The things we do.
None you can leave,
Each sticking with you.
A puzzle to solve.
One all your own.
In or to evolve,
Can't simply hold the phone.
Many within one,
Before the finish line.
Each asking to be done,
As life continues to align.
Puzzled today?
That's not new.
I've created a display,
Many a day at my zoo.
Another with work.
Another to think.
Both quite the perk,
As in answers sink.
Solved and added.
New extensions at play.
Nothing is padded,
At the end of the day.
The puzzle of life,
Has its out pieces.
Some joy, some strife,
Until the final one ceases.
All that from knocking pieces on the floor. Who knew a rhyme could come from that other shore? I guess we do now. Enjoy solving puzzles of any kind that may or may not wow? Everything is there to solve in some way, we just need to play. Now I think I'll go back to sass. I can't always be a wise little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Published on November 28, 2017 03:00
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