Bullfrog Poems | Examples

Snail and Bullfrog

Bull frog invited snail to spend the night.
It would be a delight! It would be a delight!
Let me know what to bring; said the snail named Right.
He loved his friend, with his heart and all of his might.

It was their tradition on Christmas Eve to chat a bit.
Bull frog regaled Right with all of his wonderful whit.
They would share a spot of tea favored with an orange peach pit.
Then they would read a book in an easy chair where both would sit.

Sometimes snail slid down and ended up on bull frog’s head.
That is when bull frog would suggest they both go to bed.
They had no family left, but thank goodness they had each other.
They were so close, they both considered the other a brother.

Mama Bullfrog

Dainty toad girlie gave a cha-cha-cha
Her dress was lacy, and her lashes were tah-dah
You have so much lace! Said her potential mother-in-law
She was persnickety though, this mother of Thaw.

Thaw had been chasing the dainty bullfrog around the bog.
She did not want to disrespect him, but he was a crazy frog.
I have promised myself to Cedric, a well-behaved toad.
He has the best manners, and his feet are spotted with gold.

I could carry you off, threatened the bullfrog to toadie girl.
But his mother stopped him right there and gave his ear a whirl.
You will not disrespect women, even if they are faeries or toads.
The rest of us were glad he had a mama like Mamie Bullfrog Olds.

Bullfrog Sings the Blues

he was a bullfrog we called him Twos.
no idea why, except he was slimy as glues.
once upon a time he crawled out of my shoes.
listening to him now, as he sings the blues.

feeling sad, morose, sorrowful, irritated, sang Twos.
today my wife burned my flies inside my swamp stews.
my tongue is on fire, and I cannot find my booze.
shall strum another song, and sing you some more blues.

sorry you are sad, I said to my bullfrog, Twos.
is there any way I can help you get out of these blues?
maybe you could go get me fresh stew and some booze?
for a bulldog, he is pushy, this guy we call Twos.

Sad Taie of Bullfrog King

Here is the sad tale of the moronic bullfrog king
He may be royal, but he is a ding-dong-ding-a-ling.
He cannot tie his shoes, drive a car or even sing.
Whistling is out, he is a lackadaisical old thing.

He has a name, but he does not answer to it.
For he does not remember it day-to-day, not one bit.
Majestic maids and butlers are much smarter than he.
He does not even hit the toilet when he takes a …..

He has no friends, but his court is always full.
People can steal his riches with a tug and a pull.
For he does not notice as they grab his watch.
No robbery there ever had even one small botch.

Lickety-split here he comes, so pretend to bow.
He will either ride in on a donkey, pelican or cow.
He is the oddest bullfrog king we have ever had.
And this was all said by his mom and dad.

Bullfrogs Blow the Biggest Bubbles

Bullfrogs can blow bubbles bigger than you!
The giraffe is insulted, so he shows her his shoe.
I am not kidding, they blow them bigger than the moon.
He thinks the firefly is kidding; is she some sort of loon?

Come down by the lagoon, she states, and you will see.
Giraffe follows here there at a quarter until three.
It is early morning, but they arrive on the double.
Where he sees the frogs; each blowing a giant bubble.

I Am

Are you that girl or guy
Who can gaze at the sky a while and smile
At the cotton candy clouds dipped in sunset
Are you that friend who could join in 
As bullfrog green sings brown sonnets
Serenading his one and only true love
Are you that soul who stands real close to deliver hugs
So warm they melt the moon causing swooning spooning
Are you the one who laughs in the sun 
especially at yourself finding human err
Are you the peace I seek in my dreams will 
I wake to find you there a thrill?
If not I am and who are you?

Never

You can now
never expunge me
banish me from
your view
delete me from
the way I
am the sentience
past and present
your decay
your debris.

I am blue skies
above you
frozen ground
below you
I own you
you are
inconsequential
irrelevant
negligible.

No, you can’t
expunge me
I refute you
I banish you
I delete you
your presence
is hereby
eliminated.

You are nothing
to me mere
dust blowing in
the wind
a frozen planet
I tossed around
for my amusement
I am the Alpha
and the Omega
baby.

I gorge on stars
eviscerate worlds
from my view
drain oceans
level mountains
you are puny
and that is
immutable
that is
irrefutable
so undeniable.

Gaze long
with dread into
the abyss that
is your pathetic
life
wail and cry
choke on the
reality that you
can never erase
me
ever retrace me
never replace me.

Dear chump,
it is you who
is expunged
now blow away
you are nothing
your presence is
no longer required
you are
dismissed.


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Bullfrog Sanctuary

cattails wrestle
a bullfrogs sanctuary
cannot hide croaking

Bullfrog

 lovely lily pad
palette of green hues-
pondering bullfrog

Music On a Summer Breeze

Through the highlands, you can hear the pipes drone.
Every note, riding on a crisp, morning breeze.
In-between, the piped notes; you hear the drum beats.


I go to bed each night, completely beat.
But, I’m often kept awake by the cricket songs and bullfrog drones.
Though the stream’s not close; their music’s carried on a breeze.


I do wish falling asleep, despite their music, were a breeze.
Old bullfrog won’t stop his throaty beats.
His voice, like the pipes, a loud, baritone drone.


Droning notes on a summer breeze, 
need good timing like drum beats.

Bullfrog Valley

Encamped beside a clear blue water lake
We call it, Bullfrog Valley. Here, they thrive.
The labyrinth of streams the water takes
Brings insects, as the meadows come alive.

Blue herons wade, perched hawks take treetop views
Colorful fish seek shelter in the shade
The bullfrogs sing for rain, from grassy pews
Mix sights and sounds of nature, all stress fades

Late evening, we share tales around a fire
First one who tells a lie, don't stand a chance
Each time a story's told, the stakes get higher
Night breezes make sparks rise and shadows dance

As eyes begin to dry, we start to crash
A night time serenade in Bullfrog Valley
The orange glow turns into white hot ash
The moon provides the light in nature's galley.



by Daniel Turner

--Muddied Bullfrog Blinks--03022011

rain drops dribble
rivers run through green grass;
muddied bullfrog blinks

Bullfrog Lullaby

Repose on lilies,
A cessation of nature;
Deep croaks grace the night.

Mississippi Bullfrog

darkness approaches
your time is at hand!

bullfrogs arise!
strike up the band!

wild rice surrounds you
your kingdom awaits

guard and protect her
'till shadows abate

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