PUZZLES 
You like puzzles or you don't...
something to do with brain sides (left or right).
Whatever sort of brain sits in my skull,
it doesn't like puzzles.
Never did.
My 7 year old little sister,
tired of my expertise,
my cheating and winning,
knocked the game pieces to kingdom come,
her only way out.
The brain faded, puzzle pieces fogged over,
snaps me back out of the fog.
Aggressive-passive-aggression works!
I showed them!
Jigsaw puzzles will sully the best mind.
For instance:
I'm stumped. Is this a fit? Pretty close...but something's off.
color?shape?
Only a little bit. Is this a nefarious trick?
The sea bird seems to have lost a bit of wing.
Or has he?
Maybe the artist was lazy,
blaming the loss on perspective,
shaming the baffled puzzler.
I see a tiny line, but is it a wing part?
Or a walrus whisker?
Anyway, the shape doesn't look right so skip it!
Now This!
Are those stripes behind the kangaroo worn by a tiger?
Zebras are confounding me with subtle camouflage.
The whole darn puzzle is monochromatic, thus tigers do not necessarily have to be orange.
Then there is this next matter:
What the heck is this!! 
All white?
No fair!
Same shape as hundreds of others.
Those rascally fairies from "A Midsummer Night's Dream"
sneak onto my shoulder...twisting reality.
Snatching patience from my feeble mind.
As an adult I will not strew pieces all over the room...
...but I'll want to!
Inevitably the husband hears my famous last words,
"That's it! I quit!"
Miffed, he knows I'll be back. After he gets the frame done,
when finally I can actually find matches.
Then I'll be back...
...fair weather puzzler that am.

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