To my Facebook Friends who are a better Thesaurus than any printed tome. Thank you!
A dark and stormy night
Turned day and wellies were called
By puddles and mud songs
Galoshes were goshes lashed
Together but not quite, well,
Wellies with no buckles
And all that gum that stuck
To boots, not shoes, were sticky,
Tacky gumboots, icky.
And then there were streams
And fish that played in nets
Pulled by her in her waders
Trying to wade through the
Thesaurus to find the right term
To use for dismantling a logjam
In a stream of writing that seemingly dried
But for a trickle, not enough to release the muse
Until she found her Wellies to wear
And yank that logjam open
So the Muse can once again swim. Yay!