The Puzzler

She puzzled and puzzled till her puzzler was sore

She walked down the hallway and opened the door

And to her amazement guess what she saw?

The sky? The trees? No, not that at all!

But pieces of colors all shades and all hues

obstructing her vision but changing her views.

For the pieces together were so snuggly fit

that the light in her brain was instantly lit.

Nothing to ponder and nothing to question

No one’s advice and no ones’ suggestions.

The pieces together had finished their quest

so now she could sit down and quietly rest.

the puzzler 3

Art and poem by CD-W (thanks for the inspiration, Dr. Seuss)

 

 

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