Frog Went A Courtin’

 

Drat the changes in emotional ranges

Enough with the dancing toy poodle

Screw the deceivers and all non-believers

Who see themselves with a bent noodle

 

Shoo all the skeeters and insincere greeters

Is there someone whose word one can trust?

There's too many aisles of dysfunctional smiles

Offering promises that crumble to dust

 

The frog once well spoken resorted to croakin’

Perhaps from swallowing too many bad flies?

Diminished to sadness from most vexing madness

That resulted from his high hopes demise

 

Show him the door and tell him the score

That confirms sheer and utter defeat

He loved all he could and it did him no good

It’s a rigged universe he just couldn’t beat

 

 

                  s. paul    (July 2020)