Frog and Beer

Not together.
One sad, one good.

In fact really sad
I'm traumatised
Because a lovely little frog
Hopped in front of me
as I was cutting the grass
My stomach is still
churning.

To comfort myself
I opened my first
home made beer
The cap came of
small fizz
I poured
Clear, amber
And drank
Lovely.
I can't believe it worked!
39 pints to go.

Comments:
Steve "40 pints" Genders - I suppose that's one way to cope with post traumatic stress syndrome.
 
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