Card Playing Pig
Card playing pig in a poker’s square
Coaxed violin and butterflies in the air.
Standing on a baseball, next to a croaking frog
We wondered if he had changed everything down in the bog.
For he was the caretaker and was in charge.
His voice was mellow, but his temper was large.
The butterflies flew off, leaving his attitude behind.
He is one of a kind, the frog croaked, one of a kind.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
