My mistake: through a door marked, "For Authorized Personnel Only." |
When I went through the door it escaped these Welsh eyes that admission was for personnel authorized. And I soon realized why the warning was true, when I found myself face-to-face with a big Schmoo. He was bluer than blue with one eye on his head and that eyeball was tinted a deep shade of red. He threw up his short arms as if seeking consent, but I wasn’t quite sure of the big Schmoo’s intent. So I moved to the side so to give myself space but the Schmoo followed me with that alien face. He held open his mouth with a permanent grin and what ran through my mind was this Schmoo isn’t thin. As a matter of fact there were folds on the floor; he had multiple chins--I believe there were four. And despite the appearance of fat ‘round his feet, this rotund looking Schmoo proved to be pretty fleet. For when I made a dash to the end of the room, I was witness to displays of surprising zoom. It was if he had wings on his corpulent hide, or a way to cheat gravity and quickly glide. I confess that my heart commenced gathering fruit when I knew that the Schmoo was in heavy pursuit. And since I was still wearing my cold weather gear, in a short span of time I had Schmoo very near. As I left through the door at the room’s other end, I thought maybe, in truth, I had made a new friend. For content in the corner the Schmoo calmly “sat,” somehow wearing my scarf and my red stocking hat. Anapestic Tetrameter 28 Lines |