Perhaps a W fool is like resting in place. <br />A rest room shelter from reality. <br />He exists to give himself comfort. <br />He is there in his own abnormality. <br />And in your times of trouble, <br />When he is most like a drone. <br />The memory of this fool will bring you to groan! <br /> <br />Perhaps a W fool is like a cracked window. <br />Perhaps a jammed tissue door. <br />He invites you to come closer. <br />You don't want to anymore. <br />And even if you seem to lose your mind, <br />And he want you for his bidding to do. <br />The memory of this fool with show he's through! <br /> <br />Oh, a W fool to some is like a clod. <br />To some as slippery as a prune peel. <br />For some a diarrhea misery reliving. <br />For some a way far from ideal. <br />And some say a W fool is being stuck, <br />And some say can't go, <br />And some say a W fool is just cramping pain, <br />And some say he ain't nothing about to crow! <br /> <br />Perhaps a W fool is like the sewer. <br />Full of odor, full of waste. <br />Like a futile fire of fresh cow chips, <br />Or betrayal when in him trust is placed. <br />If a W fool should seem forever to last, <br />And all my fondest dreams do come true. <br />By January,2009, this W fool we'll gladly bid adieu - <br />And flush him with all his pooh!<br /><br />Hubert Wilson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perhaps-a-fool/
