I feel ugly
I feel green
And while I work
I could eat a fly in between
There are moments in my day
When all I do is think
And I think Of all the things I feel
And now I think I feel a horn on my head
Oh the weapons I possess!
Between my ugliness and horn
And survival skills – I guess
I am just mean
I mean no one will kiss something green
And warts are contagious to hand-holding romantics
And life is just hard
Life is hard when you’re a frog
I love this! Thanks for sharing.
Thank you Linda. Thank u for resonating and letting me know.