Miss Incongruality

              On a mountain trail too close to dark
       In Greatly Smoky National Park,
Detecting a decided loss of speed,
              She (quicker than you coulda blinked)
       Switched “On” her homeward bound instinct—
The former “slowest” surging to the lead.

              “Such artificial separation
       From every hint of civilization
Is the furthest thing from what I would have planned;
              I like to shop, and have some fun,
       To be nearby to 9-1-1;
              I love a library full of books,
       How the city (from a distance) looks—
It’s those UNcivilized folk it's made of, I can’t stand.”

                                       —A. A. Mouse

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