It’s a jungle in here

Miss Mazoo
doesn’t know what to do.
She’s done gotten herself
lost in some sort of zoo.

There are wild papers to her left
and rare folders to the right.
She would use her binoculars
but they ran off in fright.

The dreaded keyboard
is camouflaged under cover
It’s enough to make you
run on home to your mother.

She knows there is sustenance,
she packed it just this morning
but when she wasn’t looking
it took off without warning.

She hears the wild call
of the telephone receiver
but has managed to confuse it
with some kind of a fever.

Her hair is in shambles
her nails have been bitten.
She is quite ill at ease
by how close they are sitting.

They have strange manners
and even stranger requests.
But she straightens her spine
and gives it her best.

If she shows them no fear
and makes sense of this bungle
she just might find her way free
and out of this jungle.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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