A Toad, a Penguin, and Me.
Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn
Poet in the Rain Productions
12/27/2011 Gordon Kuhn
Yesterday I was jus’ sittin’ by the forever road,
Jus’ me and a lonely, forelorn, raggedy ol’ toad,
Who’d stopped and tol’ me he had a powerful big load
A problems he’d done for years been stowed;
And wondered if he could jus’ rest and unload a few
While we set and looked upon a pleasant view
Of waving wheat beneath an egg shell blue.
“Of course,” I said, “no need to fuss and stew.”
When, jus’ then, a penguin chose to pass our way
And asked if he could come and sit a stay.
The toad and I could simply not refuse
For to do so would be to abuse
The poor wobbling critter’s passin’ by.
So, he joined our quiet discussion as each did try
To recollect what it was that brung us there
While we on a pleasant view did simply set and stare
At waving wheat beneath a blue so soft and fair.