No, I am not a poet.
Apfel - Schmapfel
“I think you all talk bad about me, you know” the phoenix said.
“I had plenty positive conversations about you” the frog wanted to say.
But as he slowly opened his mouth, the phoenix already continued talking.
“Nobody really likes me, you know” the phoenix said.
“I consider you my best friends” the frog wanted to say.
But as he slowly opened his mouth, the phoenix already continued talking.
“You probably shit talk me all the time, I don’t even know why I talk to you” the phoenix said.
The phoenix looked at the frog expectantly, “You don’t really care about me eather do you?”
“Quak” said the frog.
The phoenix rolled his eyes as he flew off into the tree.
“I don’t think she got my meaning” thought the frog as he looked at the burns on his skinn.