Confuzzle-Quadrille #126

Here in the hundred-acre wood
lots of honey-colored pathways
we don’t eat, but only taste.
Owl, a little black raincloud,
says, “Tut it looks like rain!”
Afraid of Heffalumps and Woozles,
germs lurking past curfew.
Oh bother, a nightmare brigade
under foggy, crescent lampshade.


It’s d’Verse’s Quadrille night and De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) asks us to consider the world “bother” in a poem of exactly 44 words. It was impossible for me not remember this episode of Winnie the Pooh that frightened me greatly as a child and fear of germs and curfews here now that I imagine make the park a spooky place in the late evenings.

37 Comments

      1. msjadeli

        Very cool true story: when my kids and I used to take long bike rides, there was a very neat iron bridge going over a small branch of the local river where the current was pretty slow. It was a favorite stopping place because we often saw some form of life or another in or along the banks. Sometimes we played pooh sticks there. I hope one day to be able to take my new granddaughter out there to play it.

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      2. K.Hartless

        That sounds magical. We love the park. It is a gigantic fantasy land to the children. Every time we find something new. My son just is just finding his bike balance; it’s all very exiting as we can now all bike together. Here’s to the memories that lie ahead.

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