Happily Indentured Poem by Dean Meredith
Happily Indentured
I'm all ears for her
Where was I?
When the bed broke
She's very kind
The way she forgives me
For my exuberance
Even spurs me on
Such a giving thing
And I a mere adventure
Treated so well
More than a hired hand
She does love her horsey
I'd never dream
Of being master
Of her manor
She is gone
And I am too late
Distractions of duty
We scour
Grounds and halls
Nowhere to be found
The hounds frantic
Ah the maze
She has me again
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