The Frog

The Frog

Hippity hop,
From rock to rock,
He came to me.
I stared in wonder,
Watched him in all his splendor.
Suddenly he spoke,
I thought “I haven’t gone crazy I hope”.
He said “you are not crazy,
But you sure have become lazy.”
You see his pond had became green,
In weeks it had not be cleaned.
I glanced at him in shock,
He said “don’t waste the clock.
If I die,
In who would you confide?”
You see I told him of all my troubles,
And all of my childhood stumbles.
Then hippity hop,
From rock to rock,
He went away.
For a moment I did not sway.
Then I cleaned his pond,
that’s how I did respond.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Brown Avatar
January 20, 2011 at 6:24 AM
I enjoyed reading your excellent poetry this morning Autumn. Wishing you a wonderful day. Love, Carol
Dietrich Avatar
January 19, 2011 at 9:23 PM
cute one, Autumn.And I love your name. It was one I picked out if I ever had a daughter born in the fall!
Pettit Avatar
January 19, 2011 at 3:52 PM
A cute little entry. Welcome to this site.
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