Wolfs Fist
Wolfs Fist
Wolfs Fist rode
On a purple toad
In the land of
The Giant Red Eft
He was a froggy young buck
With astounding good luck
To find young love
In the lake
He was on his way
To play in the bay
With a lovely undine
Named Caroline
They danced and
Made love under
The Moon above
Upon a Midsummer time
The crickets called out
In a merry loud shout
To see a frog dance
Without any pants
They slept on a bed
Of cat tail heads
Under shimmering
Crystalline skies
I'll be back at nine
Said Caroline
As they dined on a breakfast
Of snails
She promised more of the same
Of their steamy love game
As Wolfie stared
Into her eyes
May I borrow your toad
I never have rode
A steed so
Purple and big
They hugged and
They kissed
She rode off in the mist
Never to be seen again
Wolfie walked home alone
As the silver Moon shone
Promising never
To love
Anther slippery water sprite
In the middle of the night
Or loan her
His purple toad
DC Jordan 9-10-2026
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