Thursday, April 21, 2011

Leaping Lizzards... A Poem

When I walk in the grass I get such a fright,
It could be day, or it could be night.
Small little reptiles leaping up high,
I try to be brave, really I try.
But I always worry that they may nip,
At my finger, nose, or my lip.
When I see them, I let out a scream,
Leaping lizards, are a terrifying thing.

Later