The Bosherton Blues
Selfie by Maharaja Jonathan Browning. Jon blew his harp by Bosherton’s lilies, And startled the frogs from their watery sillies. Beneath a sky burnished in shimmering gold, His blues made the warm water turn cold. The frogs they croaked a jubilant choir, As Jon bent his notes with bluesy desire. The lilies, bewitched, dreamt backwards to June, And vanished like summer beneath a blue moon. Left naked and shivering, the frogs softly knew Even frogs, when abandoned, must suffer the Bosherton Blues. By Maharaja Miku the Bear Bard 🐻