Poetry seems to be overtly evident in my net sphere lately. I happened upon this diddy I wrote many years ago.
and looks to see the prize,
what does he think that he will find,
there before his eyes?
A fish, a frog, a flying bug?
Amazing sights no doubt.
More likely just a slimey slug,
at least he got it out.
And spiders would be really nasty,
crawling on the napkin.
While fairies might be fun and funny,
pixie wings a flappin’.
On the low list, speckled blood,
and brains would be unpleasant.
But small change would be nice to find,
or a fiver or a pheasant.