The Gate

In yon farmer’s

Pasture stands,

On flattened lands,

An upright gate—

One closed,

I indicate.

I opened it

A little bit …

And then squeezed through.

While saying toodle-oo,

I lullilooed.

And why?! I ask,

To take myself to task.

Since there’s no fence,

I must be dense!

Although that portal

Must be there

For valid cause,

I do declare …

And I supposed.