I fall to the floor like over ripe fruit from a tree
Slightly rotten, ignorant and in need of replication
Mind in desolate isolation
I carry on in unfettered degradation
...
To catch a sneaky Horn Swaggler
You gotta be ever so crafty
Be careful not to anger them
Cos they get rather nasty
...
I once saw a Gesticulating Frenchman
While abroad on holiday
I think he was trying to get across
Just what he had to say
...
Grab a Grunch ‘O, Grapple Grunts
You can take em by the tail
Grab a Grunch ‘O’ Grapple Grunts
However they might flail
...
Oh Little Frog, Oh Little Frog
I love you so completely
I love to see you sitting there
On the lily pad so neatly
...
Im live in Somerset in southern England and am a poetry beginner who just enjoys the oppotunity to express my feelings. I tend to write little songs and poems for my two small children, because nothing in the world makes me happier than when they laugh.)
Rotten Fruit
I fall to the floor like over ripe fruit from a tree
Slightly rotten, ignorant and in need of replication
Mind in desolate isolation
I carry on in unfettered degradation
Decomposing until returned to earth
To be reborn again and again and again
Happy Days!