Curtailed Melody Croaked
There lived in bog a frog who was aloof,
croaked string music, his clan called him a goof.
Plunged in deep water for prey,
swam struggling, kept risk at bay,
seeing his friend, the fiddler on the roof.
The frog ate the prey, swam back steadily,
the fiddler strummed strings for him zestfully.
Lost balance, from roof he fell,
his forearm broke like eggshell.
The frog croaked his friend’s curtailed melody.
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January 27, 2023
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10 (HMS)
Contest : The Fiddler And The Frog
Sponsored by : Craig Cornish
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2023
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