27 A Frog’s Life

Frogs like to jump.

It happens often- very high and wide

Regarding a frog. They’re cute

Or they aren’t- but mostly they are- cute, very cute

And then, so stealthily, he swims fast.

He can’t write a good book,

Or even read the pages,

Or even understand a language.

Unless the language is in ribbits

And written in dirty mud.

A frog gets one life

Unless true loves kiss makes him human

Those long slimy green legs,

As a catapult for his jumps

Seeking bugs, a kiss, happiness.

I tell you; I love ponds, says a frog,

Warm, and murky, and fun.

And you croak really loud, someone says.

Full of gargantuanly large sounds, all gasps, all good.

Frogs live a life of praise.

But then there are the other frogs.

Across the pond. Those ones

Nobody catches those frogs

Monsters? What are those grotesque things? People ask,

Coming from the ugliest duckling of all ducklings

“I am the pond king” Mr. Duckling.

But the misunderstood uncaught monsters are actually frogs too.

They have plenty to offer, don’t make them shew

They were once pretty too-

But nobody wants to catch the ugly frogs.

Oh sure, everyone says they love amphibians,

But people are untruthful, they are very untruthful,

 There is a happily ever after in this fairytale.

Some ugly frogs find true love’s kiss–

Sure, they have slimy limbs,

Hopping around lily pads, ribbiting obnoxiously,

Trying to be tree frogs, if they’re lucky.

But no stickiness comes from them. They always fall.

A frog is a frog hopping around the pond. One day,

They will all get true love’s kiss.