My Worst Poem Ever...My Frog Is Dead
Here I sit broken hearted
Because my frog has departed
It isn't as if he was a prince
But a better frog I've not seen since
He went to jump on a lily pad
Oh, his eyesight was really bad
On a rock he landed, his neck he broke
wouldn't you know it, then he croaked.
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010
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