Ever-after wishing
for magical
transformations, and
one to follow
closely by the book,
she rolls up lace sleeves,
plunging icy hands
down into pond's brown
murk, with a talent
for fetching out.
Finger-wrapped, fearing
pursed leather lips,
her slime-green captive
gives its squirmy croak:
"What would a frog
want to do with you?"
Sep 19, 2009
Sep 19, 2009 at 8:43 AM UTC
Ever-after wishing
for magical
transformations, and
one to follow
closely by the book,
she rolls up lace sleeves,
plunging icy hands
down into pond's brown
murk, with a talent
for fetching out.
Finger-wrapped, fearing
pursed leather lips,
her slime-green captive
gives its squirmy croak:
"What would a frog
want to do with you?"
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