Puddly

Walking in the park today
My mind was sort of muddly.
I had to watch each step I took
Because it was so puddly.

So when I tried to concentrate,
Each thought got me befuddled.
I’m glad I was alone –
It was too messy to be cuddled.

The trees and bushes, though, appeared
To have a bit of budding;
And up above the clouds were out,
Enjoying bursts of scudding.

Some daffodils were poking through
In little groups and huddles.
I guess it doesn’t pay to grouse
About some piddling puddles.