an old poem i found.

I was helping my mom clean out some stuff in the basement and found a pile of my writing and general schoolwork from elementary school and high school. Most of it was absolute crap that I don't even remember. Lots of really terrible poetry. Anyway, at some point I had apparently written this. I thought it was funny so here it is. Keep in mind, based on the rest of the contents of the notebook it was in. I wrote this when I was 14.

There once was a frog, 

a frog in his prime.

Who loved a young horsefly,

on whom his uncle would dine. 

She fluttered about,

as he sang her a song. 

He sat on a mushroom, 

and sang the day long. 

Each night as they parted, 

and bid their farewells. 

She flew to an oak tree, 

and he to his well. 

One night they were late, 

and tragedy struck. 

The frog's uncle awakened, 

and things went amuck.

Their love was discovered, 

their plans blown to bits. 

The young froggy's uncle, 

had eaten the winged miss!

The frog was depressed, 

his uncle was pleased.

After a week young froggy got mad,

he turned on his uncle and his throat he squeezed.

But both frogs soon died,

as quickly as that. 

They each were gulped down,

by two prowling cats.

(each character in this story has died,

so you'll never know, if ever i lied.) 

I'd like to add that I drew an illustration for this, and if I find it I will post it. Though I'm really not sure which came first.