Some days I have brain fog, it is part of my illness or disease-puddled,
it is like swimming in porridge and I can see things clear as mud.
In the muddle
my life is befuddled
As I try to unriddle
my addled mind.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
For d”verse quadrille on “Muddled”
A little bit of light-heartedness. I suspect the answer is a relaxing cream tea somewhere…..
Hues of Hankinson 