I’ve been pretty lazy,
And a tiny little bit hazy.
The inactivity was beginning to drive me crazy,
But I couldn’t afford to be hasty.
I’ll say my patience finally paid off,
Or maybe, just maybe
Providence decided to beam a warm smile on me…
It was during one of my wild roves
That I stumbled upon a white dove,
Perched upon a golden stove.
Elegant, meek and innocent
The quintessential trove.
It stared at me with a silent gaze
And stood its righteous but mean ground,
Daring me to make the first move.
As I’ve never been one to be deterred
Even by such stout stand.
My first mistake?
I drove at it
And made to give a fair shove.
But by jove, it bolted…
I walked home crestfallen,
Reminiscing on my failed exploit,
I vowed never to repeat my mistakes
But I couldn’t help but think about what could have been.
There it was,
The object of my transient ache
Nestled on my front porch…