There’s a frog in my pocket
By choice he likes it there
Finding the brook too wet
I let him stay without
Revealing he is with me
We shop for groceries and
Wander the local bookstore
He sleeps in the bathroom
Cozy on a golden sea sponge
He rarely croaks but smiles
And won’t tell me his name
Offering the outdoors just
In case he needs to leave
We end up watching old
Grace and Frankie reruns
A sweet happy face he will
Scoot out his sticky tongue
To give me a Goodnight kiss
This is a really cute poem! Hopefully the frog turns into a prince!
Me too! Thank you!
Made me laugh out loud. Honestly … how you come up with these things!!!!!
kissed the last frog and he turned out pretty good.
love you
reminds me of one of my favourite books – Wildwood Dancing <3