POETRY for a change!

PO-AT-TREE

Dressed in his Sunday suit

Po the toad, 

Went trotting along the road

Singing a song so sweet.

There was Miss Bee

Hanging on an onion tree

Heard the song,  got it all wrong

 “Ah  you Devil,  you are so Evil

Aren’t you singing for me?

Giddy gone his head, His greens went red,  

‘Yes, madam’ said Po the toad.

Your beauty as bee Is beyond compare,

But Alas such despair.

I was on the road to glory,

Happy as I am,  But not singing for thee!

She was hurt, The toad is such a  fart,

But give up she won’t!

 “Ah you liar, I know your kind.

With my beauty   you gone blind

Yet you bleed at heart and yearn for me.

Come and hop on to my wagon,  For you the ride is free”!

So Po the Toad

Left the road,

To be with Bee,  sitting on the onion tree.

 Together to sail, For the fun

In the  Land of Setting Sun! 

Said Miss Bee, atop the onion tree

“Now Mr. Hot Air , You are in my lair.

Will you marry Me”?

His warts got shaken, knew he was taken,

He leaped off the tree, breaking himself free. 

“Uh my lady, not you, I can’t marry thee.

I am Po the Toad, king of the Road,

And you are just a stinging  Bee”!