The Fiddler and the Frog
In a misty bog,
A'whimper,
A far-away dog.
Silhouetted was a couple,
On a log
Having a nog,
In the silken fog.
A baby hog,
Bustling thru bramble,
Like a blocked cog.
The millennial on a jog.
The dog,
The jogger,
The couple,
The hogger.
None were so deaf,
And none were so bereft,
To not hear the sweet, sickly slog
Of the fiddler and the frog.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2023
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