One day I woke up befuddled,

I sat a spell. Magic muddled.

My poodle’s puddle. She dried out.

My life’s a bed of noses. Pout.

Bedroom’s AWOL in Central Park.

The bench is made of chocolate dark.

The tree’s bite’s worse than its bark. Ouch.

I felt drab on that grassy couch..

That oak there is ivy league not.

Twizzler green; sour apple taut.

Bunny slippers hopped a bit though.

They flip flopped in grass just for show.

Dog walk with human on a leash.

Maple to the squirrels do beseech.

Pigeons cross legged throw bread crumbs to

Old man who was wearing mumu.