Frog
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Cloth amphibian sits on my bed.
Silent assassin, his name is Ned.
At night he hops
And then croaks, “Bullocks.”
As he trips me, and I bump my head.
He stares with big eyes that never blink.
His smile infectious; despite hijinks.
I put him back
“Please, no more attacks!”
Wife groans, turns, “Trying to get my winks.”
What do you do with a stuffed green pet?
Can you remove it without regret?
I do believe
Evil’s up his sleeve.
His intent is to replace me yet!
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