The Fiddler and the Frog
A fiddler and a frog once met one eve
by a small shallow pool near to the sea;
each one attracted by a mating sign.
The crab was wading lazy in the brine;
the frog just had a feast of flies for tea.
Neither meant the other to deceive.
"You have, dear sir, a truly mighty claw."
opined the ardent frog; "I could not help
but notice as you waved it in the air."
"Well, well, dear frog, you have a voice so rare
it full stopped short my forage in the kelp."
Weighed in the crab, "from such a wondrous jaw."
Said crab. "I'd like to dance if you would sing,
Perhaps a little shanty or a jig?"
Croaked frog "the moon is full, the night is young."
All night the fiddler and the frog, they swung;
of differences, they didn't give a fig;
the two; they simply had a harmless fling.
The Fiddler and the Frog Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Date wrote: 20th January 2023
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2023
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