Tonight's Poet Corner: Frogs and Cheese
Frogs and Cheese
by Belinda Roddie
Feeding frogs brie
by the sticky sliver outside,
where the bayou breeze
tickled my nose just right,
I thought I saw the moon
furrowing its rocky brow at me.
Which I suppose could make sense,
if, well, it was actually made of
coagulated artisan dairy.
by Belinda Roddie
Feeding frogs brie
by the sticky sliver outside,
where the bayou breeze
tickled my nose just right,
I thought I saw the moon
furrowing its rocky brow at me.
Which I suppose could make sense,
if, well, it was actually made of
coagulated artisan dairy.
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