It was by the light
of an eerie half moon
while wading in the swamp
gigging for frog
that I watched
a purple bellied woozey wog
as he crept across the creepy bog.
He crouched and slithered
through the swirling fog
on legs that moved
like slimy green logs.
I heard a dirty evil thump
and with eyes agog I turned and saw
not this dasterdly monster of a woozy wog
but the wet wagging tail
of herbert hatfield’s hound dog
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Love ya!
Jane
liked it a lot, Pat
Lady Vivian
Great poem...lov'n purple bellied woozy wog..and the wet wagging tail
of herbethatfield's hound dog. Delightful.
Lady Mary Ann
Ron
This poem took me away from my somber train of thought. I like were it's going now!
May peace be with you, love surround you and blessings abound you,
JMD
Cheers,
Dan
Always,
Deborah
L