Though happy with his life,
something, it seemed was missing.
He knew what it was, such a job,
the stealing of the kissing.
A thought one day, through the mind
of the Wumpus scooted past,
�I must find myself a Mrs.,
and I�d better do it fast!�
The candidates he could find,
all flatly told him,�NO!�
The gnarled face of the Wumpus,
now had lost it�s glow.
�No need,� he said, that Wumpus,
�I�ll go it on my own.
I�ll spend my time just reading,
and I�ll never feel alone.�
Things weren�t quite the same,
the old boy, just felt flat...
If he only had someone to hold,
he�d be happy, just like that!
On his quest, he�d given up,
no Mrs. could he find.
�Someone else, has them all,
there�s no one left, who's kind.�
Life went on for Wumpus,
the days all seemed remiss.
When he needed love,
off into the night,
he�d go... to steal a kiss.
From other folks, with extra hugs,
the Wumpus filled his need.
The one�s he stole, were hardly missed,
so, the hugmugger filled his need.
�Til late one night, almost near dawn,
into a house he slipped.
The rug, that laid inside the door,
upon this, Wumpus tripped...
When Wumpus tripped on that old rug,
he never did suppose
that when he landed, it would be,
right square upon his nose.
The awful THUD, awoke the folks
in the house in which he�d snuck.
Alarmed them, when they saw him,
and how hard, his nose, he�d struck!
The Wumpus laid there, scared....
He knew he�d had it now,
for breaking into someone�s house,
he�d be in trouble....YOW!!
Could it be?
Could it not?
The Wumpus was in quite a spot!!
He quivered and he stuttered,
something about being lost.
�Quite lost, I am, � he uttered,
�I fear now, I must pay the cost.�
But instead of screaming at him,
he felt something else instead.
A warm and tender, caring hand,
patted the Wumpus on his head.
�What�s this?�, the Wumpus wondered,
�No thrashing, shall I get?�
The caring hand was still there,
it hadn�t abandoned him yet.
�Oh! I feel you touching
my head as well as heart!�
His search, he now was feeling,
was finished, with this start.
The old boy felt he�d found it,
at last, in such a place.
When he looked up and he saw her,
he saw it in her face.
She was the one, she touched him,
without a bit of fright,
she had fallen in love, right there,
with the Wumpus, on that night.
Well of course, you can guess
where this story is leading.
The Wumpus and the Mrs.
don�t spend as much time reading.
Reading, to a large extent,
has been traded for other pleasure.
No need to steal a kiss or hug,
with her, his new found treasure.
The moral,
if there is one,
and out of it
their love arose....
Is that
if just once you slip up....
She could be,
right under your nose!
Copyright
February 22
1998
Janet Nix and Danny Charlwood
*Partners in Crime*
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