More Nonsense(Ode to Muddle)

O boo O boo O hoo!

Whatever shall we do?

I haven’t got a clue!

I was thinking of asking you.

You are so very wise,

At least compared to me!

So what would you advise?

I’m afraid I’m all at sea

When it comes to this kind of thing.

I never seem to know

Which way I should go,

And I always get it wrong.

You’ve no idea how I long

To be the one who knows

Exactly how it goes,

And so is always right.

And not just on the night,

But almost all the time,

And what’s more makes it rhyme!!

I wish my life could be

A clear and tranquil sea,

With calm and sunny skies,

And peace☮️ still dropping slow,

Like the poet used to know.

Instead of which we find

A Muddle left behind,

For all the world to see,

In memory of me!

Oh well, that’s how it goes,

For most of us I suppose,

And like Winnie without the Pooh,

We somehow muddle through!