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One Last Adventure

Contributed by shinji_kusa on Wednesday, 2nd May 2007 @ 04:11:21 PM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry

I’m going up the stream again,
Won’t you be my frog?
It’s a long and treacherous journey,
So I’ll need a friend along.

Pack my compass,
Pack my map,
I’ve found a whole new way,
Instead of going down the stream,
I’ll go up today!

Sit down Froggy I’ll buckle you in,
With the belt I got from Uncle Ben.

Put up the sail, we’re setting off!
Up the stream,
Like going aloft!

As we go against the current,
I notice neighbors passive and learned,
There’s the gentle old-man-Grover,
And his wife the flower toteler,
My friend Patrick,
His dog the mutt,
The gruff friendly trucker,
And a wood- carving nut.

We’re getting to the woods now,
But what’s that I see?
Oh no, a bridge!
And it’s too low for me!

I strap on my buckle,
And hold Frog tight,
Waiting for the crash,
That’s sure to end my life.

The mast taps the bridge,
My cookies fall off,
“The adventure is over…”
I blurt in a cough.

Then yet again,
Something’s caught my eye,
Something on a tree,
Bright and nearby.

I pick up Frog and pull up the ship,
“The Boca Rattan shall not slip!”

As I come closer,
I see the initials,
‘J+R’,
In a heart of ripples.
Looking at Frog with a big toothy grin,
I pull out my knife and begin…

…Twelve years later,
Still carved in that tree,
Is ‘J+R’,
‘Froggy and me’

Copyright Â© shinji_kusa ... [ 2007-05-02 16:11:21]
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Re: One Last Adventure (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Wednesday, 2nd May 2007 @ 11:21:08 PM AEST
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Beautiful....I love this...I am so glad you took me along..lol I'm sure you'll get some comments on this beauty.

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