Obtuse offering {sir real) by richard lynn livesay(behave!)

I paced and pondered

this light of day

Should I be here

 or go on my way?

 started to stay

then questioned the leaves

looked at the options

and started to sneeze

 a few new words filtered down

were so loud they made no sound

An automatic thought, lost, I found;

I began to wonder if square was round

Started a

Vernacular dialogue with a barking dog

And an

Attention getting, noisy flitting frog

One said

Look at me now, you crazy cow

I’m expressing pain; off my foot, now!

The other said,

Don’t

Throw me a bone, just leave me alone

Sing me a verse may be in the reverse

Got out my pen and made a no tation

With certain graffiti, I can get really seedy

But I’ll just try to make one point (of view)

I’d rather be writing than golfing with you

As a talking frog can’t write or jog

And don’t like to fetch or drive in the fog

A bolt lightened the screw; unwound the coil

I fought for four before I found the oil

Sat down at the keyboard and drew a blank

Ground the organ but lost the crank

The frog and the dog were out of sight

They wanted home schooling in light

I started with frog philosophy and time flies

Ended up hop’n and tell’n dead dog lies

Smorgasbord my words

Take small bites of ways and curds

Scents of sense are blurred

Go

To

Plus

 For = six too many as B leafs get raked over coals