So now you’re dead, what do you do? Can’t use your head it’s lost to you. Your sole respite is just to flit nowhere and there.
(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020
Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”
Tag: Humour
All That Glitters
You should be pissed ‘cause in the bog the frog you kissed was just a frog Its royal hue seemed right to you Instead you’re dead
(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020
Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”
Yes, I know, poisonous frogs are found in Central and South American forests, not in bogs.
Waiting For It
The buzzards sit along the fence doing their bit to make me tense What do they know of where I go that they won’t say
(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020
Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”
Suggested (thanks, Boardflak, and great post for your response!) as a response to the 12 October 2020 weekly prompt “Foresight” on the Eugi’s Causerie I site.
