There lived in bog a frog who was aloof,
croaked string music, his clan called him a goof.
Plunged in deep water for prey,
swam struggling, kept risk at bay,
seeing his friend, the fiddler on the roof.
The frog ate the prey, swam back steadily,
the fiddler strummed strings for him zestfully.
Lost balance, from roof he fell,
his forearm broke like eggshell.
The frog croaked his friend’s curtailed melody.
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January 27, 2023
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10 (HMS)
Contest : The Fiddler And The Frog
Sponsored by : Craig Cornish
Stop digging like some kind of dope
I’m not sitting here without hope
It’s been quite a slog
To train my pet frog
But Freddo is bringing a rope
He’s like a small, slimey Lone Ranger
He’ll rescue a friend or a stranger
We had a few words
Re frog eating birds
But he’s well aware of the danger
So why are you getting irate
That brave little frog is my mate
The passage he’ll take
Keeps clear of the lake...
And maybe that’s why he’s so late
23 May 2021
Contest: Quitters Never Win
Sponsor: Margarita Lillian
There once was a patient named Phil,
A tough one the doc couldn't kill.
He left the hospital
As fit as a fiddle
But croaked when he opened the bill.
Provoked and Croaked
Elegant words from mouth of Trump evoked;
Even those complacent became provoked;
No denying;
He was spying,
And what we wish is that he had crooked.
Jim Horn
THE DAY FERGUS THE FROG CROAKED
(A Children's Rhyme by Joan Donnelly Ellis Oct. 2015)
Fergus the Frog was lazy and fat and a worshipper of idleness
He'd lie on his lily pad all day ...refusing to work ....didn't care to play.
Had no interests...no not one.
One afternoon a visit to the swamp Uncle Fred made
Saying Fergus you are useless and better off in a grave
Precisely in that moment a crocodile scooped Fergus up
Both Lily pad and frog slid in croc's mouth headed for lockup
Croc closed his mouth on the pair as Fergus kissed his rump
As croc swallowed his noon day snack of shiftless frog juicy and plump
That's precisely when the reptile begin to jump
He leapt to a branch on a very small tree
Where lizards and snakes slithered to get free
Then crashed head first in the mud down below
He lie there stunned for a moment and rose real slow
He coughed so hard out from his open mouth flew a slimy green lump
It was Fergus the Frog that staggered to the nearest stump
Then crashed on the lathered shore
With a heave and sigh critters watched him die
Now Fergus Frog is no more
The raven who croaked
Exclusively "Nevermore"
Was one astute bird.