He’s In The Bog House Now Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

Stepping quickly from the room
He appears to be shrouded in gloom
Rushing away from the irritation
Of those that seek resolution.

Through the garden, down the path
He seems resolved to avoid questioner’s wrath
Intent on only one thing - that is escape
To the house that offers relief. Others can wait.

Here he’s alone with his thoughts
Mind twisted and overwrought
By the burdens of the day —
“Why, Oh Why, can’t they just go away.”

He soon will emerge with unclean hands
Ready to disclose his newest plans.

He IS in the Bog House Now!

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