Someone In a Fog is Hurting
Once upon a porcelain diving,
At the dawn of my arriving,
I heard something silly croaking,
In the tub where I was soaking,
Cautiously I caught the creature,
Insofar as I could reach her,
Skinny-dipping in my bubbles,
Flipping me and all my troubles,
Said the creature, to my sorrow,
Love is here and gone tomorrow,
Don’t be shy and shorn of laughter,
Just one kiss is all I’m after,
Then I said, as I was soggy,
Heaven help a hapless froggy,
If my song is Salad Dinner,
Would you make my ballad thinner?
Then I saw my true love aching,
With a heart that I was breaking,
When you think a frog is flirting,
Someone in a fog is hurting.
Copyright © Bryan Norton | Year Posted 2023
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