20 My Prince

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

 

 

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