Directions Needed
An eager man sought information
on fiddlers and frogs. Consternation
had muddled his head.
“Can’t help you,” I said.
He eyed me with disapprobation!
“You DON’T know?” he said, unbelieving.
Insulted, I planned on deceiving.
I spun a wild plot
but told him “It’s not
made up." Such a tale I was weaving:
“A frog and a fiddler switched places.
Their antics brought smiles to the faces
of all those nearby—”
Then came his outcry:
“This tale is the worst of disgraces!”
Just why did he voice his objections?
He lacked the correct recollections
for finding this bar
that wasn’t too far.
Turns out he just wanted directions!*
*He was looking for Frog and Fiddler, a pub/bar in
Northampton, England (now closed permanently).
January 19, 2023
written for The Fiddler and the Frog Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
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