Polliwogged
Polliwogs,
Tiny Frogs to be,
Ziz zag non-stop,
Caught
In a bucket.
"In here," big brothers say.
"Put your feet.
It'll be fun."
I wonder.
Will this be like,
"Open your mouth,
Close your eyes,
Take a bite"?
Yuck!
Or
"Lift your chin.
Dandelions know
If you like butter."?
Hey!
I wonder.
But I try
Anyway.
Bare toes,
Brown from summer sun,
Take a dip.
I hold my breath,
Wait,
Then I smile.
Big Brothers were right.
Polliwogs tickle.
2 comments:
Alison! I love your poem, and I remember the event. You have it worded in such a perfect way. Good job. Don't stop now.
That's cute, good job!
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