[clyde]

Times like this--I feel myopically moribund .It's the paranoia in me.


If Franny doesn't kill me...Gooey Shirley will:





A poim; I call it-------I Was Duck Hunting,and a Meander in Heart Notes Happened.



I hope you all enjoy it.








I met Huey,Dewey,Looie…and Gooey,
just the other day.
They were rule-eng en ze hay.
But not in the way,
you think.

They were only having fun,
throwing everyone..
into the sun,
of this sparkling day.

One thing I noted.
On ground,Gooey floated.
The others were ducks,
not a duck fan.

So I chose to ask her,
if she would enjoy the pasture...
and have a walk talk,
and loose the quack quacks.

We walked and we talked.
We felt what we thought.
She walked so pretty.
She talked so witty.

We walked over rolling hills,
of abundant growth.
It seemed to me,
a simile.

I was north,
to her south.
I wanted to be lipstick,
to her mouth

I only knew,
what I had felt.
That was Gooey.. inside my noodle.
For this thought…I didn’t need google.

We parted ways,
and said our says.
I watched her walk,
to end this day.

Did she hear my mind,
as she left?
I think she did.
Gooey is not deaf.