Froggy Style

I'm thinking about unwinding entirely from Facebook at some point. In the cause of doing so, I'm taking some stuff that I put on there a long time ago and moving it elsewhere. According to FB, this was written "December 12, 2010 at 2:06am".

You and I, standing on a riverbank Desperately searching for a way to cross "Take a ride on my back," I said. "I'll thank You not to sting me, lest our lives be lost." Halfway across and I'm optimistic That you've transcended your scorpion self When suddenly there's a prick and a stick And that's never good for a froggy's health So sudden we sank, and although you tried To escape, we were so firmly attached Both bitter, broken; no wonder we died With flaws and faults that were perfectly matched

But if I'm honest, I wonder which one Of us was frog, and which was scorpion.

I used to force myself to write in restricted forms like the traditional sonnet above; I should probably return to doing that. A little discipline is good for the soul. If not the soul, at least the mind.