Hoodwinked

I.

For someone else’s yellows,

I barter my usual blues,

My head has no trouble falling

For this subtle subterfuge.

II.

I sleep my way out

Of my problems,

But my poor problems

Never get to sleep.

III.

If what you chase

Starts to run

Towards you

For a change,

Would you then

Run into it,

Or would it

Run over you?

IV.

Do you know

What rhymes

With orange?

Orange!

You can rhyme

Yourself

With yourself,

And still be called

A poem, albeit,

A whimsical one!

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“There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.”

Arthur Conan Doyle

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