The Fiddler and the Frog

'Frogs croak lured by my tune', the fiddler thought. He, hence, every day, new melodies, brought. Yet, it remained a riddle, when they croaked, When the tunes of his fiddle got choked...! 'There must be some mystery in it, sure, Though my refrain and rhythm are so pure, They croak a catchy chorus as frank slides, Arising from the breaking of tough tides...!' 'Frogs have concordant cords', he realized. They're divinely prized; highly harmonized'. He, hence, very little, his fiddle played, His heart, with songs of frogs, merrily swayed...! His fiddle splendid new notes invented, By his earnest work, he got contented; Were the frogs amused, yet, is a tale new, Shall I just leave it for the readers’ view…??? 25 JANUARY 2023 The Fiddler and the Frog Poetry Contest Sponsored by: craig cornish