Tummy

I am old now and yet have been told
There is no toad about me.
The unlined face tells no stories
The bright eyes have not faded
I am not jaded and am fit for purpose.

Such an art I have.

I can tell you this I am selfish
I am selfish...
At last.
Now where do you want me to put you?
I ask as I tickle your tummy
And do please pass the frog.






Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-06-07 at 04:42

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