Freda Fly, the fashionable frisky frog
Designed clothing all day, sitting against a log
a chic sophisticated designer in the bog
delighting the waiting, watching pollywog
One of her designs was picked up by a magazine
It had beautiful lines, all symmetrical and clean
She was invited to the palace to visit the queen,
Wore her own design, made out of another magazine.
Categories:
pollywog, 9th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Leaping Lizard™ was
a frog that jump the high hurdles
while Paul Pollywog™ swims and wiggles
...can't run nor jump cuz' got no legs
to jump with he juz spits, sips and giggles...
12/11/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©
Categories:
pollywog, analogy, celebrity, character, cute,
Form: Bio
Serendipity, pollywog, persnickety, lemon, hog and peach
For these words I like to use I will give you six cents each.
Onward and upward, supercalifragelisticalidocious I like too.
Feldspar, polka dot, sapphire, nonsensical, jubilation to name a few.
Writing poetry gives me the opportunity to play other special words.
And others I like- like candelabra, stalagmite, stalactite and blackbirds.
Many times, I wake up at three a.m. hearing lines of a poem in my head.
I wonder if this will continue after I am supposed to be dead,
Categories:
pollywog, word play, words, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Well, a pollywog
is just a frog
who hasn’t any legs.
If he swims around a log
in the middle of a bog
that smells like rotten eggs,
and as soon as he can,
he hops out on the land
to get out of the dregs,
then I just have to ask,
take his momma to task,
because the question begs:
if you don’t want to be here,
why’d you deposit me here
in this nasty, stinky place?
If a big brown toad
from a tadpole growed,
but he hangs out on the land,
and his tiny little gills
turn to lungs that fill
according to a plan,
and as soon as he can choose,
he will crawl out of the ooze,
start working on his tan,
then why’d it have to be
so hard to struggle free
and find some nicer space?
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I get the 'nonsense song' tune stuck in my head a lot...
Categories:
pollywog, nonsense, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme
In the world's biggest collection
of pogs, there is not one pog
As beautiful as my dog
Nor has there ever been a hog
As beautiful as my dog
Nor e'er a frog upon its log
Not even its youngest pollywog
As comely as my dog.
And so I make my dog eggnog
I write about her in my blog
I take her with me when I jog
Drunk on grog, all agog,
Lost in fog, slipped a cog,
I snuck into the synagogue
With my beautiful dog.
Categories:
pollywog, beauty, dog, drink, games,
Form: Rhyme
The prince cracked an egg and out came a frog
The princess showed some leg and became a pollywog
The king cut his hand and out came some gold
And the queen of the land just kept getting old
There's a dragon breathing heavy inside of a cave
And a damsel crying softly waiting to be saved
A knight is climbing a cliff with his sword ready
The wizard and the friar are keeping everyone steady
Another victim has fallen into the gaping maw
Having plucked the petals of a devil's claw
The jester in the court whistles a little tune
While the town drunk sips from a giant tablespoon
Categories:
pollywog, adventure, allegory, analogy, art,
Form: Rhyme
How large that realm his mind dances in must truly be,
Tripping over own thoughts while wading through others.
Waist deep in screaming laughing unkind joyful humanity,
To love drowning within that midst of it all crowning him.
Once upon a time only a pollywog serfing through kingdom,
Then his imagination hopped one day upon a water lily.
It was his launching pad to bigger and greater things,
No longer held down by memories from a distant past.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
Categories:
pollywog, poetry, star,
Form: Free verse
Way down yonder, beyond the barn,
In that soggy, muddy old bog,
In a small and crowded, murky pool,
Lived gloomy Tad, the pollywog.
One of the things that made young Tad
Resentful and unhappy,
Was the very simple fact that he
Looked nothing like his pappy.
And, you know, he also didn't look
A great deal like his mamma.
What this pollywog resembled most
Was a chubby, little comma.
And the safest place--to say the least--
Was not that shrinking pool,
Where one well might be ingested
By some poor misguided fool.
Then one day Tad got so fed up
With his principal place of abode,
That he grew some legs, left the pond,
And became a happy toad.
Categories:
pollywog, animals, children, funny, nature,
Form: I do not know?