Freddie the Frog
Okay, I'm unserious today, no...in all seriousity I was daydreaming about bullschitt and wondered if it was 'produced' by bulls or bull frogs or even bull sharks and realized that it was magnificently manufactured in my own daydreams which are (everyone's a victim, even me) the result of all the human bullschitt I've been exposed to of late...OF LATE...no, even B4 all of this crap (synonym?) was dumped (another uncomfortable thought) upon my struggling soul...where was I...OH! So here's an unserious poem to lighten the load (no pun) sic...
Freddie the Frog (sorry, the bull frogs only have a supporting role)
Freddie the frog with the lopsided hop
would travel in circles 'til he tired and stopped,
then jumped into the pond with a giant kerplop
as the bullfrogs laughed and croaked 'til they dropped.
It mattered not where Freddie was bound,
even when swimming he went round and round -
amongst all the pollywogs he was renowned
for going and going and not gaining ground.
Poor Freddie had no trouble just staying busy
but circling and circling made him so dizzy;
he lived in a pond he never could cross
but one thing's for sure, he never got lost.
So no matter your problems, or where you start,
you'll always get home if you just trust your heart!
A nod to Theodor Geisel
Copyright © craig cornish | Year Posted 2020
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