Naughty Hugs In Sanity Poem by Barry Van Allen

I miss the hugs I never got from you,
it's nice to know they were intended,
I still keep some in the freezer,
just in case I need one,
so far I've used up 17,
and that was just this week alone.

It is a good thing you're prolific,
because I've needed every one,
here on the slippery slopes of Sanity,
amidst a battle just begun.

I'm thinking frozen hugs aren't quite the same,
as the fresh ones from today,
like any decent nourishment,
there always is a shelf life,
we are approaching expiration date,
it is probably just as well though,
... because several of them ran away.

I am claiming that they ran away,
because I can't believe they melted,
I was thawing out the freezer,
and when I counted them again,
... fourteen of them were missing!

I quarantined the building,
I locked the windows and the doors,
I got my big 'ole fishing net,
and in the basement I caught four!

Well, they are fiesty little critters,
one tried to take a bite of me,
and that was just a little one,
that soon was safely in the deep freeze.

I am denying everything about the ten that got away,
the neighbors say they hear weird noises,
that their big dogs are chasing 'nothing' things,
and act as if they're hearing voices.

I suppose I thought they would be gone,
it seems they didn't run away,
I can feel them watching patiently,
to free their friends in one big ' freezer-break '.

I postulated to the neighbors,
that they may have come from Canada,
they laughed and they made fun of me,
and they said ' Customs ' would have caught them,
... then I said ' like they catch the geese? '

I guess it never had occurred to them,
that hugs could swim or fly,
perhaps they only know domestic hugs,
... the kind that rarely bite,
slow moving hugs with light blue hair,
that have been known to spend the night.

So, since I held their rapt attention,
I hastened to point out,
that this could be a prelude,
... the Canadians are coming south!

I think I have them all befuddled now,
which works out good for me,
and explains why I am chasing things,
that no one else can see,
in the middle of the night,
with a fishing net and flashlight,
... I guess THAT proves that I'm not crazy!

Within the boundaries of Sanity,
resides the over-rated concept,
that those too different from the norm,
should be restricted to Contempt,
...which is a different place completely.