Look at him now
bug-eyed with happiness
evergreen with the springtime
of love.
Remember him bleached & wilting
on that park bench by the bull-rushes?
Well, look who just turned up.
His life is on an upswing.
Whoopee, he says,
as he goes higher and higher,
his love looking on.
John Malone 
life is good for this swinger
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I was one once in my former life; but I’m a sadder and a wiser man now 🙂 cheers to the swingers 🙂
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this frog is an ode to your old self perhaps )
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I think so, Beth: an unintentional one 🙂
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A lovely bit of whimsy. His lover is saying, ‘Come on, give me a turn!’
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I think she is, Hobbo; well read 🙂
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🙂
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A wonderful whimsical piece John, made me smile this morning. 😀
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thank you, Eden; it was good that I could put up a happy poem 🙂
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You couldn’t have caught that froggy expression any better. I see the joy in those limp eyes. I need some space on that swing. 🙂
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don’t we all? 🙂
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Always a pleasure to read your poems John. Always a smile afterwards.
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thanks, Bob; that smile was so infectious 🙂
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John, this is too cute and awesome. I love frogs! Particularly those with big smiles and ready to spread the cheer.
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🙂 thanks Karla; frogs are awesome; there aren’t enough frog poems in the world 🙂
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You’re welcome! And yes,…right?!? More frogs! 😊
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Time to Swing into Spring🐸
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Wait, is it Springtime there too?🤔🇦🇺
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no it’s still Autumn here ;and lovely weather still; feels like Spring 🙂
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always 🙂
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