The Frog - Poem by Ronald Strickland
I was once a Frog. And I enjoyed my life
setting on the edge of the pond
letting my tongue slip to snatch a fly from the air.
Crooked when I wanted and no one complained.
Maybe in a distance you would hear a person say.
'What the heck was that? '
Then one day this silly girl picked me up
and gave me a kiss.
Swoosh, Dang, 'what the hell? '.
Life's just not the same.
These darn flies are driving me insane.
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