Mr Peek's poetry place...
Sunday, 18 January 2015
The Frog, the frog, the frog.
The frog, the frog, the frog
He jumped off of his log
Straight into the steamy-stinky
Stinky, stinky bog.
And happy as can be
He swam around with me
Until we found a kayak
And paddled it out to sea.
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