A Word

Flummox, he said, use that in a poem

If anyone can, you can!

What a great word, I said

Of course, I can write a poem on that

“I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss

Well, a few of the verses, well, they’ve got me quite cross”

Writes Bernie Taupin, seemingly flummoxed.

And if he is, what hope have I?

I wonder how many mammals are flummoxed

Are giraffes while reaching for those high leaves?

Or a tiger stalking a gazelle

And the gazelle flummoxes the mighty hunter, the tiger

Are mammals even aware of this feeling

Much less there is a word for it

I wish I could ask them

I wish a dolphin would tell me

Oh, just another thing to be flummoxed about!