a. story
of a frog stuck in lazy boy chair on dbl dose morphine x mas morning
& cant get up .
……
dec 25 goa india
………
ribbit. to all
from my lazy boy chair
captured for sure
no place to go,my lily pad is just out of reach
its x mas morning in goa
as you all knowa
my last night dbl shot of morphine
put me out,i lost my bout
to exit this chair
stuck like a pig on a stick
with no quick fix,waiting for help to exit this chair
ive got little care,and no strength to bare
need help to escape this halluciginic state
that the double shot of morphine
last night was put on my plate
oh. to just reach down and yank the stick for
release so i can rise up x mas morning. and just take a pee
morphine is heavy on top of my patch
breathing is tuff when your stuck on your back
i lay here waiting. for katy to rise
no santa in sight to release my pride
b cause morphine is heavy and lazy boy too
stuck in my chair,thinking of all you
on x mas morning get up n have cheer
im stuck in my goofy
Lazy boy chair
seems funny seems odd seems not really true
wish that was the case,on morphine your very blue.
hope. katy gets up soon…….
merry x mas
happy holidays
from a frog on his back
stuck in my lazy boy chair……now thats not fair……scott morgan
going to goa 
Hey Scotty. We got your froggy message, thanks for the poem, so sorry you are stuck. We are thinking of you in Goa this xmas night in L.A.
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Still remembering the gift Chris sent to Scott in LA. You guys rock! Love, Katy n Scott
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You are a frog?! Not a prince?!
At first your poem did make me wince
To think that I’m not here for you
Any time you need to poo
Or fluff a pillow, get a drink
Where’s my iPad, think Katy, think!
I’m always at frog’s beck n call
To make sure you never fall
To see your comfort that is all
To make you happy,have a ball
I kissed you lots you know I did
Whilst doing every single bid
I loved you then, I’ve loved you since
To my surprise a frog! No prince.
What is this? My mistake
My royal prince is but a fake
A lowly toad with purple spots
I kissed this toad, I kissed him lots!
I kissed this frog, took him to bed
Hoping for a prince instead
Oh woe is me, can this be true
A fricking frog! I fell for you!
I had no drugs, no patch no ‘phine
All i had was a simple dream
To truly love this man always
Until the end of both our days
I love you froggie, this I do
Get up from your pad and take a poo!
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It would be a funny poem, Scott, if it didn’t hurt so much. Merry Christmas Scott and Katy. Thank you for the blog. Love, -tim
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Thanks, Tim!
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This from Iana:
Good Christmas morning froggie and princess. I am setting a place for you at our blueberry pancake brunch. Without my ovaries I’ve become an erratic crying bitch, what’s the hitch? my poor prince wishes he were a frog who could hop away into the fog, swim away into the bog, did I sign up for this?
yep I believe I did
now can’t find the lid
maybe that is what I see wrapped beneath the christmas tree.
Oodles of thanks to you both for letting us into the window of of your dance into the great unknown. We are with you more than you can know.
Lots of love and a graceful bow to your humor and courage in the growling face of life,
Iana your island dwelling devotee.
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Merry Christmas to you two
So sorry at times the world seems so blue
There’s one thing for certain
And we all do agree
That Scotty and Katy
Share love that is true
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Dan….we are thinking of you and your family. Hope you were able to enjoy some peaceful moments.
Hugs,
Katy n Scott
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If you must be a frog, this is a very fine looking one. Glad you’re feeling better.
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