A Mistooken Mishap
By Ryan Hartwig
Written February 2012
When on a lovely summer day,
As you upon your hammock lay,
I brought some flowers for you to smell.
But as I came walking,
You rocked and from your hammock fell.
I gasped and dropped those flowers three,
And ran to help but all I could see,
Was another face, not your own,
Your face I had mistaken.
There was no fence and I got lost,
And mistook her face for you.
The lady accepted my kindly help,
And then I said to her “welp”,
“You’re not the one I had in mind,
But I hope you wouldn’t mind,
Pointing me in the direction of the one I came for,
You see, I get lost all the time.”
She slapped me on the cheek five times,
And with an angry look she said.
“Noé you silly little boy, you think me a decoy?!
I landed on my face so hard,
Some parts swapped places, and now I’m me,
Except with a different set-up.
So since you’ve helped me get up,
And now that I’ve already sat up.
If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to smell,
Those beautiful roses three.”
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