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!
Quitters Never Win Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Margarita Lillico
There once was a young frog named Darren
Who was taught a fable to scare him
If a princess tries kissing
You may soon go missing
When she turns into a great heron
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!