in the house of bumbling, frogs jump sidways to avoid the talk tense with the things unspoken....
in the house of bumbling birds mime joy in silent cages waiting forΒ Β life to smile...
in the house of bumbling ants march in straight lines hugging the walls leaving poisoned crumbs behind...
in the house of bumbling the lizards no longer lounge but busily repetitively clean the cowebbed dark corners
in the house of bumbling spiders have no parlours ****** no flies they now knit cardigans and read the words of the wise
oh the house of bumbling is a place of curious wondering and sometimes is found stumbling in the reccesses of my mind
where and whence it goes when not residing with me i do not know...
perhaps you may have the delight of the house of bumbling staying the night and removing the seriousness of the plight
the one in which you fight boredom in the dark reaches of the lonely night....
just some wordplay... at work... random word selected by choosing book page line word ie pick up a book go to page 117 count down or up to line 8 across to word 5 that word the theme or central word in your poem in this case the word was bumbling....such a delightful word.... give it try.....it is a great writing exersice...especially when feeling unispired.