for AG
The prince and princess were married,
or not married, or married but only by
common-law, and the frog was involved.
They were married by the turkey who lived
on the hill with a ring on his nose at noon,
or midnight. There were stars, or sunshine,
or rainclouds, a hurricane of weather systems
applauding the marriage. They were blanketed
in snow, or swirled in dandelion seeds,
or eidered in down. The frog turned into
a handsome priest when they kissed his frock,
and the dish sloped off with the laughing dog.
This poem was commissioned for charity. You too can commission here http://www.justgiving.com/Gavin-Hudson1
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Friday, 28 September 2012
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