THE POOR FROG
Hippty hop
Went
The frog.
It croaked
Loud
The song
Of his
Love
For the
One.
It looked
High
And Low
Hopping
From
Stone to
Stone,
To his
Love's winsow
It got
Close.
Finally
It
Hopped
Onto
The sill...
The winsow
Was open
To a
Beautiful
Scene...
His princess
Love
At her
Desk was
Sitting,
In her
Diary
She was
Writing.
All about
Him
No doubt
He thought
And he
Croaked
Aloud!
The princess
Screamed.
Away from
Me
You croaking
Thing!
There was
No
Kiss
Ot Magic.
Just a
Big
Book
Thrown
His way
To shoo
Him off.
Poor
Disillusioned.
Frog!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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