Muffled Mumbles Poem by John Sensele

A researcher would be a genius
To figure out mazes in a woman's mind;
One moment her heart races in serious
Pursuit of a lad her kind

Fancies for freak reasons
When the lad gladly obliges
Thinking succulent seasons
Landed to awaken maroon meninges

Beyond assignments and lecture notes
Written in scribbles
Only a woman totes
In ribald rumbles

Muffled mumbles and scarred scrambles that leave
A lanky lad bemused and confused
When a willow woman's love
Has the lad 's bewilderment and torment fused.