Little Tommy Tadpole began to weep and wail,
For little Tommy Tadpole had lost his little tail;
And his mother didn't know him as he wept upon a log,
For he wasn't Tommy Tadpole, but Mr. Thomas Frog.
In a published book
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my first poem
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My first poem i learnt by heart I was under five ..I could never understand why he was sad , It was so much more exciting to be a frog I thought -
depressing again
This is the second poem about growing up and getting old that I recieve. It is not the subject itself that disturbs me, but the approach of these poems to describing it. They just create some short and depressing context that gradually goes from sad to miserable. You people might as well just write "YOU ARE GETTING OLD AND YOU ARE GOING TO DIE" and send me that every day - it would achieve the same effect.
Thank you, not. -
So simple yet one of my favourites
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Strange category
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Written for children of course. Den's wisdom and wit where kids were concerned was second to none.
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Indented at the intented or?
The lines are of a sheet before a picollo of light alliteration and then a set up for why don't you pick one from the sorts of "Growing Up" there are to see.
Similar to the dramatic change would of course be the butterfly, but subtlety is then, people are looking like the parent when born but not strongly like that very child's birth face etcetera when grown up! The formality of moving from the diminutive name to the mature with an image to match of one who "lost his little tail" with a male's identity can be likened to a boy losing his toys or his baby voice... ironically gaining an Adam's apple in the neck of a guy maybe. Nice little launch through nature around us, it seems. -
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