Trash Frog
I went to take out the trash
But i began to hear something rustle and thrash
I opened the trash can lid
As if i was a scared little kid
In the distance i heard a sound of a dog
i looked in and seen a frog
So i let it go and went in my room
The next day i was awake by a boom
Something was in the trash once more
I began to open my door
I walked to the trash and opened it
There was that frog, i wasn't scared one bit
I let it go and went to work
I wondered why that frog continues to lerk
The next day i was awoken by a sound
in my trash was that frog, man it was so round
it must have eaten all my trash
He must be starving with no cash
So i let him go and gave him some money
My wife walked in and said are you okay honey?
That next day i heard that familiar sound
I crept up to the trash like a hound
I Opened the lid as fast as a cat
There was that frog holding a baseball bat!
He jumped up and hit me in the head
He hit me until i was dead
I should've never given that frog that cash
or ever taken out my trash...
Copyright © Trash Boat | Year Posted 2016
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