When you’re kissing frogs
Often times fairytales end
Before they begin
Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL.
Frog prince
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
When you’re kissing frogs
Often times fairytales end
Before they begin
Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL.
Thin spiral notebook 
Your inspiration for the poem is fabulous!
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Eew! and LOL!
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I hate to think how long he hung on there, hoping to be rescued from his fate.
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is anything ever a fairytale? good one, this week.
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Really? Dead frog? To paraphrase Loudon Wainwright, Dead frog got caught in the door, makin’ his way to High Heaven.
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Poor fing!
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My Mom has a reptile and amphibian obsession. Once, when we were in Florida, she found a dessicated frog. She kept it. On a shelf. Near some really cool trinkets that I actually WANTED to see. That damned frog haunts me still.
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Ah, yes, indeed. Poor fwoggy.
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That is just creepy. Poor frog!
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