And continued to bluster
While I was walking down the road
With all the smoothness I could muster.
I saw me a green toad
And I says, “Hey Buster,
You’ve been singing this ode
Relentlessly and without fluster
It’s no secret or code
And its words are lackluster.”
“All you say and repeat
Is ‘I love you, ribbit ribbit’
And at first it sound real sweet
But later, I must admit,
That its echoing in the street
Is annoying and it
Lasts for hours and repeats,
‘I love you, ribbit ribbit’
I’ve got to tell you, green toad Buster,
That its words are quite lackluster.”
“In the snow and in the cold”
Was Buster’s echoing reply
“I will sing until I’m old
And never stop before I die
While all the world looks and beholds
‘I love you, ribbit’ will I cry
And for a mount of costly gold
I’ll never stop nor take a sigh
I’ll sing it loud; I’ll sing it bold,
I love her till the day I die.”
I must admit that I was wrong
About his words being lackluster
And now I sing this joyful song
With all the pride that I can muster.
“I’ll sing it loud, I’ll sing it bold,
In the heat or in the cold,
I will not rest or take a sigh,
I’ll love you till the day I die.”
I know it is very childish and needs much work, but I love it.
Adonis
wafaa said...
i can say nothing but "I LOVE IT TOO"......... lol .. very nice...