"Morning Glory, It's Noontime."

 

Like a sharp and sudden breeze,

I'll make you chatter at the knees.

 

The lily pads are hoppin',

While the frogs do all the bobbin'.

 

I can shake you from your sleep,

But I cannot make you see.

 

The flowers are in bloom,

But they'll tuck in bed at noon.

 

I was fond of you too long,

What's it you've been waiting on?

 

The trees have dropped their fruit,

Now beneath them lies my loot.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

I love this poem...lily pads...and frogs...so perfect :) xx