poor frog

Fire
Fire
Fire
Glue
Gas and oil
Two sludge hammers
One pick axe
It went flying
I jumped back
Poor poor poor creature
It couldn’t move
But it was alive
So we made a pancake
That was one big piece of
Plywood?
Poor poor Froggy
I am sorry





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Paig3Cagl3 said...
Nov. 18, 2009 at 3:00 pm
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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izz123 said...
Nov. 11, 2009 at 6:09 pm
Interesting piece. I had to read it a few times to really grasp its meaning. I like how it's short and to the point, with limited language. This makes the important parts stand out clearly. The poem leaves me wondering what exactly happened. Very nice piece. Keep writing.
 
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