Stick in the mud

Todays idiocy not to be taken seriously

 

 

Stick in the Mud

 

My home is in a marshy bog.

It suits me well I am a frog

I never felt the urge to roam

I am content to stay at home.

I do not need to hunt my food.

It comes to me the way it should.

I catch flies with my sticky tongue

As I was taught when I was young.

I have to keep a wary eye

  on hungry herons who will try.

To eat me as I eat the flies.

If they can take me by surprise.

I’m glad I’m green and hard to see

 amongst the verdant greenery.

 

Monday, 30 August 2010

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Reviews

[Erin]

Ooooo I like it. It's so....cool. It's just that. I have nothing bad to say. I enjoyed it a lot. And it wasn't like an Emily Dickinson poem where you have to go through each individual word to find out what she was saying. I really like this one. Good job.

[R J Askew]

Arf, arf, so to speak. I love your wit. Can you write a similar heron poem?

[emmajoy]

What fun .. love the squidgy rhythmic dance of this and as I'm a frog lover you can imagine how it made me smile!