Rotten Fruit

I fall to the floor like over ripe fruit from a tree
Slightly rotten, ignorant and in need of replication
Mind in desolate isolation
I carry on in unfettered degradation
Decomposing until returned to earth
To be reborn again and again and again
Happy Days!

poem by Grant Stevenson
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Oh Little Frog

Oh Little Frog, Oh Little Frog
I love you so completely
I love to see you sitting there
On the lily pad so neatly

Your googly eyes spy little flies
That's scrummy in your tummy
You hop around from pad to pad
You really do look funny

Your neon green
Your big long tongue
You are a prince it’s true
I really wish that I could be a frog
Just the same as you

poem by Grant Stevenson
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