Ahhh...no sense..

A blue frog goes to kiss a wavering dog.

Hot, steamy surprise cloud

the mind of the fellow to

swing the soft rock.

His eyes set on the moon cause

Bruises to the sharpness of the leather

Curving his never ending belief.

Again and again, he burns.

Sharp Mud ruins important

Slag. Cool, red throat bite the stinging, tough toes.

Cutting and cutting at a leather dog

That’s trying to kiss a blue frog.