A Helping Hand Across The Land?

A little help is grand. It can be a foot or a hand. Don't rule out the feet. They can leave one in defeat. Or they can leaving one winning. Maybe just leave your head spinning. It is something I often do. But you are used to it at our zoo.

You pace the floor.
You stare at the door.
You wait and wait,
For date or mate.

Does it help?
Do you yelp?
Do things change?
Maybe like Lego they rearrange?

You spit and sputter.
You may even mutter.
Could also shutter.
Damn, out of butter.

Does it help?
Do you yelp?
Do things differ?
Your back become stiffer?

You leave it go.
You stub your toe.
You swear and swear.
Maybe pull out your hair.

Does it help?
Do you yelp?
Do things grow?
Would that be a no?

You ignore.
Forget a chore.
Sit and teeth grind.
It's on your mind.

Does it help?
Do you yelp?
Do things get done?
Go ask a nun?

You think about doing.
From writing to canoeing.
Whatever is your thing.
You think about next spring.

Does it help?
Do you yelp?
Do you ever finish?
Does it start or diminish?

Do you do things that don't really help out? Like tensing up when one is out and about? Do you put yourself through things that don't need to be? Does it really help thee? When you look at it that would be no. You just become your own worst foe. Unless pacing the floor helps you lose weight and you want that to come up to the plate. Then hey, it helps in a way. I'll now go help myself to some food of Cass and continue to be an ever so helpful little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.