Frog In A Bog If I were a frog I'd live in a bog, I'd never come out To anyone's shouts. I'd be left alone To be on my own, I'd hear no blather, No one would matter. No busybody could see To ever pester me, I'd hide beneath a log, In that brackish bog. I wouldn't have to stand The cruelties of man, I'd never show my face To the mere human race. I wouldn't have to pretend That I need a friend, There would be no obligation In my swampy situation. I would not need to know How to earn dough, There is no need to spend Or any money to lend. I crave total solitude, A lifelong interlude From mankind's hectic pace And the world's frantic race. I want to be a recluse, I'm weary from abuse, I wish to see no one at all Or listen to anyone squall. If I were a warty old frog Deep in a backwoods bog Resting on a green lily pad, Life wouldn't be so bad. ©Written by: Kenneth Ellison 12-19-05 Song title: "Tom Bigbee" Return   Poetry By Ken   Guestbook   Email Ken To send this page to someone