I woke in a sweat, was it a dream
A heron and a girl near a stream
Whilst dead sunflowers floated
My mind drug induced coated
Have my thoughts reached their extreme
When captured in a heron’s beak
An escape plan froggy did seek
Frog croaked I’m no quitter
I’ll strangle this critter
The outcome for heron looked bleak!
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That poor Heron can't sing a note.
The dawn-chorus laugh and they gloat.
He won't give-up or quit
But the silly old git
Is just hoarse with a frog in his throat.
For Margarita's " Quitters " contest.
Watch out for the heron, warned goose named Duce.
When he honks at you his spittle is loose!
How will I know him?
I asked Uncle Jim.
Feathers louder than Canadian Goose!