I was looking for one of my older posts last week when I came across this poem. I wrote it around three years ago…and, well…it does make me smile!
It’s time for bed, darkest night once more
The house is silent, there’s not a peep
I’ll close my curtains and lock the door
Keep my eyes tight shut and try to sleep
While around my head dance dreams galore
Tonight you won’t find me counting sheep
Rather, all the frogs I’ve kissed before
That one who turned out to be a creep
And oh the one who was such a bore
But then the frog that I wanted to keep
When he left England, my heart was sore
For my fav’rite frog, a love so deep
I don’t think I’ve ever been so sure
With him I am ready to take a leap
Our bond will last, whether rich or poor
Tears of joy Frog Prince Jack makes me weep
Caramel 