Poetry - On a Lighter Note

Simple, they call you, not quite in derision, nor in jealousy – perhaps in awe that you were created with so little and you do so much. My papered life is held together by you, you connect so many pieces of my existence. Double bent with your edges tucked into parallel lines you remain hunched, even in your youth, until we straighten you out long and thin into greater simplicity – a metallic line that digs and penetrates into the unreachable or bends into hooks or other

Squiggle, squiggle tadpole free swim in circles round the reeds feasty feast for hungry fish squiggly tadpoles fill his needs Ribbity, ribbity, froggy frog sunlight dance on surface bright ribbiting through the water warm ribbity, ribbiting in daylight Harumphing toady toad belly big harumphing loud at the starlight horn bellowing old horny toad making such noise this dark night