the lady at the frog market

Date: 9/14/2021

I work the day shift at the frog market but the nights are all my own to hear the croaks of critters small a sound I’ve scarcely known and so I spend my starry nights dancing ‘neath the trees with pale arms entangled eyes sparkling like the seas but lest the bullfrog boss find out well, he’d surely have my head and mother would be worried so if she saw my empty bed that’s all forgotten now the consequences be damned fair lady I beseech you do not let go my hand the frogs can sing their angry tune and we will dance from night to noon