The Wettest Spring I Have Ever Seen

There were slimy spotted frogs jumping out of the oaks, 
Slickest yellow raincoats worn by the bravest of folks.
And giraffes trying to hide in the daisy flowers.
While we were saturated with April showers.

There were earthworms as large as giant red fire trucks
Oozing and itching their way down the green grass
Rapidly squirming their way down the sidewalks of mucks.
Shinier than slimy wet spit on holiday glass.

It was the wettest spring I had ever seen.
The neighbors were so wet, they truly turned into mean.
It became even more wet in my backyard
When three hippopotamuses named Jack, Joe and Jard.

Escaped city zoo, and ran to my little known place.
They were mean to each other, slapping each face.
They tried to sit daintily on my pond’s lily pad.
Flooding my house, and making me really mad.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Harper Avatar
March 15, 2019 at 4:28 PM
lol, you captured a fantasy element that was fun, Caren, I liked how it grew out of annoying rain. I love the icky frogs that climb down from the oaks.
Krutsinger Avatar
March 16, 2019 at 1:39 AM
I like rain because I know the flowers are snoring away, waiting for it to wake them up!
Faulkner Avatar
March 15, 2019 at 12:51 PM
This is so full of fun and imagination - some of my favorite lines 'giraffes trying to hide in daisy flowers' and 'earthworms as large as giant red firetrucks' - I don't know how you think of these!
Krutsinger Avatar
March 15, 2019 at 3:00 PM
I think to myself "what would be amazing?" and let my imagination do whatever she wants.
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