An Aardvark Guards the Way

 I sit all alone,

So cold to the bone.

I tread this path,

For I hate math.

 

Away in the dark,

Wiaitng for someone.

They say it's an aardvark,

If it is they have won.

 

I start to go back,

But I still feel I lack,

The thing I once made,

So pure lemonade.

Author's Note

This one is 3 or 4 years old.

Reviews

[J.K. (Not Rowling)]

Blast those aardvarks... as soon as they show up you know the game is over. I'm not really sure what to make of your poem, but I like its randomness. Interesting. Nice job.