The Fun Wulf loves life;
In cravat and crushed velvet
He sips his pink gin. 

He'll chat all day long;
His theme tune's hot jazz music.
Life? A carnival. 

Then there's the Puddle:
Pool of dark despondency,
He simply lies there. 

Sometimes he attempts 
To run up life's big, steep hill. 
He fails, sighs, and sulks. 

It hurts and frustrates 
To see both in my mirror: 
Fun Wulf yet Puddle.



Author: Buffy Devane

Anxietist; Cheerleader; Captain Posh.

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