Please refer to my post @ https://ifeelshadows.wordpress.com/2012/07/16/my-idyllic-village-experience/ for a background to the story.
You can call the frog cute
Just so he can help rid you of mosquitoes.
A long road ends in heartbreaks
When your heart grows sick from longing.
Though one may prove brave and strong
By walking the length of it,
Is the journey any more fun?
In the end, anyway
You will earn the Purple Heart for boredom.
How fast time flies
When its wings are unclipped by the pen.
Life turns up great
When played by the book.
But spare me the throes of reading music.
I’d rather be just another croaky-frog writer,
Who sings his words with a bang
Even though he plagiarized.
Then what advantage does free-styling have,
When the monkey also has his stunts?
But, can we all be poet laureates?
You don’t need wisdom to choose which to be.
You only need monkey soup.
And don’t even begin to think
You know the choice I made.
Humour me if you can
Not forgetting that you’d still the monkey soup,
So we can speak the same lingua.
So long, fellas!
We shall meet in the jungle.