Pond Dweller Poem by Phil Soar

Pond Dweller



I stood there naked in a garden pond
Tickled on the balls by a fresh green frond
Standing with the newts and the frogs spawn to
What a really stupid thing to do.

Monday, October 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Nonsense
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