it is the toad croaking to the princess every time
at least re the poems I have in mind
when the critics attack in the mode of
the toad most slippery flinging the swamp water back
on her gold worked hem when
they croak, :every one of them:
better to be dead than to be caught out
writing sentimental verse
or what is worse tell us how you feel
about what is real
because we dont believe in your sappy magical kingdoms
green and horrid let the unemerald frog depart
so I may keep the better angels of my heart.
mary angela douglas 27 july 2021
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