Frogs
A poem about frogs,by ClayCafe
oh green in colour, slimy in texture
sits there in his lil pond, looking sad
then come along a bored teenager
who happens to be out frog spotting with his dad
he ensnares the frog wiyth a beam of light
with a net of cotton, he thrust down with quickness and might
and now the hunt is over
frog legs for supper
/me bows,
ty ty, i'll be here all week
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