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FROG POEMS
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Froggy FamilyThe little frog said to his Dad, “Papa they say you’re wise That you see in the hearts of men With your protruding eyes. Explain to me why men behave In such a callous way, And hurt each other needlessly, By things they do and say.” The frog gave just a little smile, And coughed before he spoke, “That’s just the way that humans are, They’re rather silly folk. They have short memories you know, Their hearts are iron clad, They hurt foes, friends and family, It really is quite sad.” “They speak of love with fancy words, Maybe sometimes they care, But mark my words and you will see, It’s oftimes just hot air. We’re less complicated,” he said, “Much simpler than they are, But I would dare suggest that we’re Superior by far!” “Thank goodness” his young son replied, “What Mama said was true, She promised that when I grew up I would be just like you!” back to list |
Froggy Feelings
Once on a starry night Two frogs to their delight Saw each other at a dance And they knew right away Without having to say A word, this was no mere chance Meeting – they were soul mates And after several dates They went on a trip to France. But little did they know The French like frog legs so They were in for a surprise. They chased them everywhere Shouting out, “’ave no fear, We will do you no ‘arm!“Lies! And so they hopped across The border, near got lost, But that just strengthened their ties. Another starry night, With two frogs huddled tight Looking upward at the moon. He croaks an “I love you,” She whispers back, “Me too:” Then they both begin to croon Tender frog lullabies For sleepy tadpole eyes That’ll be in dreamland soon. back to list |
A Toads Tale
I have stars in my eyes, So they’re bulging, I sport warts instead of a coat, And if that’s not enough to upset me, I have a frog croaking in my throat. I have legs that won’t do Too much leaping, I’ve no teeth so I cannot chew, Everything I eat has to be swallowed Whole, and I wouldn’t wish that on you. So the next time you are Feeling sad, when You think you carry a big load, Gaze at the stars shining in the heavens, And spare a thought for this troubled toad. back to list |
Froggy Friends
Felix and Fenton were the best of friends, Had known each other since tadpole school, They trusted each other implicitly, Loved to joke around and play the fool. They would meet every day by the river, And sit on lily pads in the sun, Catching flies and bugs that went buzzing by, It seemed their lives were just so much fun. Then one morning Fenton did not turn up, Felix sat by himself the whole day He felt sure that something must have gone wrong To cause his friend to have stayed away. So he hopped all the way to Fenton’s house Calling, “Hey buddy are you all right? I missed you today at our meeting place, So thought I’d check up on you tonight.” Then Fenton stuck his head out the front door, “I am busy” he said can’t you see, It’s not convenient to talk to you now, I’ll see you around sometime, maybe.” Felix heard a high pitched croaking inside, As he turned back with his head bent low, “Have it your way Fenton my friend,” he said But frogs really do not behave so.” Felix felt that he had been discarded, Could not understand how this could be, The only answer that he could think of Was that Fenton watched human TV. So perhaps he was aping their patterns, Had forgotten the ways of the frog, Was immersed in the throes of his passion And his brain was in some kind of fog. So while Felix still goes to the river, Fenton’s busy wooing his frogette, And Felix hangs out with some other guys, Though he’ll forgive he will not forget. back to list |
Amphibian Assembly
It’s the Annual Amphibian Assembly, And they have travelled from far and wide, Everyone with his own small entourage And a flag that is carried with pride. They’ve come together to discuss world peace, Since we humans don’t know what to do, And in closed quarters it is the belief And hope that they’ll come to our rescue. A large crapaud will chair the convention, A tree frog will be his secretary, A salamander will be Treasurer, Assisted by a small grenouille. A poison frog will head Security, A bull frog as second in command, A horned frog assigned to memos and codes, With a smart newt to lend him a hand. There’s a toad that will handle logistics, With a dart frog to pinpoint details, A rainbow frog handling entertainment, And caecilians to sort out emails. Mountain Chickens will provide catering, With menus to suit everyone’s taste, And tadpoles to help with serving and such, And to ensure nothing goes to waste. So we’re praying this auspicious meeting, Will help improve the way that we live, Show mankind a lesson or two about How in life though we take, we must give. back to list |
Amphibian Accord
The assembly is ended, They’ve drawn up an accord, And every member has agreed By signature and word The crapaud takes the folder up And puts his glasses on He will go over all the points, Discuss them one by one. “The document’s not long at all, The suggestions are clear, You each will get a copy too Which you may want to share. You are your brother’s keeper but You’re not his prison guard, Respect him though he is different, Though that is sometimes hard. Treat one another at all times The way that you would choose To be treated by other folk That way no one will lose. And if you find you’re in distress, Don’t hurt someone else too, For pain inflicted willfully, Will come right back at you. Offer a hand to those in need, Expect naught in return But someone will be there for you, If e’er it is your turn. And if you don’t want to accept The help that’s offered you Refuse it gracefully, with thanks, That’s all you have to do. If it begins and ends with love, All else will fall in place, Such are the recommendations Of the Amphibian Race.” back to list |
Tommy the Toad
Tommy the young toad was a dreamer His feet were seldom on the ground With his head often in the clouds And he could almost always be found With his nose buried in a book With tales about dragons and kings Or faeries and elves in the forest And all kinds of fanciful things. He never enjoyed eating insects Could not stomach a worm or snake But Tommy loved eating jello And was partial to strawberry cake. He loved to listen to music Was learning to play the guitar, And had signed up for lessons with a Svelte dancer from Madagascar. He wanted to be a performer, The star of his very own show, He could picture his fans screaming, As he’d tip his top hat and bow low; He would change his name for certain, Tommy the Tornado he’d be, He wouldn’t need to read fairytales, He’d be living his fantasy! back to list |
Tamara the Toad
Tamara the toad was a dancer, She could be found at every fęte And when the band started to play She would not miss out a single set. Every day she practiced for hours Her dance moves for jazz and ballet, But she also had a penchant For the sizzling Latin merengue She was such a versatile toadette, Could do the lambada with flair, Or samba just as easily As a jeté performed in mid air. 
She loved the bolero with passion, And could dance a mean calypso, And just to show off her prowess She’d throw in a waltz or a tango. Because she was such an attraction, She took out a big policy, So that her legs would be covered In the case of serious injury. And now that Tamara is famous, She’s hooked up with Tommy the Toad, They make a dynamite twosome And have taken their show on the road. 
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Talented Toads
Tamara and Tommy are partners And together they dance and sing They are both extremely versatile And they can perform just anything. They execute a perfect ballet, Can waltz and foxtrot with the best, They light up the floor with their tango Can break dance all night with no rest. 
They love to sing popular ballads, But can belt out an aria too, The Blues, calypsoes even folk songs, There’s nothing this duo can’t do. The two are the toast of tinselown There are many big names they out rank But they take it in their stride as they ‘Ribbit’ all the way to the bank. 
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Felipe the Frog
Felipe the frog was a roué, Every frogette he saw he pursued, It was not that he was a bad frog, He claimed he was a 'happening dude'. He balanced his dates like a cheque book, And he rated each one giving stars, And sometimes he would use a red pen, For the ones he had picked up in bars. So Felipe continued hopping, Though at times he was weary and worn, And now and then when he was alone, He would actually feel quite forlorn. He’d think of the frogettes he had wooed, Some of them he had wounded of course, And in his froggy heart Felipe Felt a deep sense of shame and remorse. In an effort to change his habits, Poor Felipe has started to pray, And though his knees are quite bruised and blue, He has not thrown his ‘black book’ away! 
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Frog Fiasco
Frankie and Flossie were sweethearts They’d met in a trendy frog bar, He’d asked the barman to send her A glass of chilled insect nectar. He thought he was in frog heaven When he looked in her bulging eyes, It seemed the gods had smiled on him And sent him this dazzling green prize. She was his reason for living, And it seemed to him that she felt The same way: each “Ribbit” from her Made his little froggy heart melt. He fed her choice flies and tidbits, And he croaked love tunes in her ear, Even rented a lily pad From a toad who had one to spare. 
He serenaded her nightly, Hopping round until he was lame, He was leaving no stone unturned, To hang on to Flossie his dame. They played in mud and they sunbathed, And spoke of the tadpoles they’d spawn, Until one day with no warning, Frankie woke and Flossie was gone. She left a note near his pillow Which read “Dear Frankie, how I hate To write, but I thought you should know I have found myself a new mate. I’m sorry if I have hurt you But our time together is done, And I hope you’ll understand that Some frogettes “just wanna have fun.” back to list |
Frog Finale
They have scheduled a Froggy Fiesta, They have sent ‘invites’ to everybody, It’s an all day fete with a siesta, The only mandate - to ‘party hearty’. They have sent ‘invites’ to everybody, It’s ‘open house’, you can bring a friend too, The only mandate - to ‘party hearty’, It’s the place to be if you’re feeling blue. 
Its ‘open house you can bring a friend too, You’re free to walk in, swim, slither or fly; It’s the place to be if you’re feeling blue, You’ll have no time to be depressed or cry. It’s an all day fete with a siesta, This one of a kind Froggy Fiesta. 
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King Nib The summer streams of yesterday have grown brown legs and crept away and in the middle of the road squats a fat and ugly toad. 'Who are you?' I cried and poked him in the ribs with a dessicated twig. 'Hush, hush,' whispered a passing bluebottle 'be more respectful - that's His Croakingness, the Venerable King Nib!' No sooner had the bluebottle fled than Nib's great round eyes opened and the swollen things mouth extended a tongue, expecting to be fed - a fat and coarse elastic appendage, rough like sandpaper and two feet long when fully distended. I looked on in wide eyed surprise, No way in which I could disguise My horror; what an awful sight A slack jawed toad, his tongue a bright Red. I gagged, thought I would be sick Just then he gave a rapid flick, A bug now well glued underneath It; then I saw he had no teeth; And somehow that allayed my fears His Croakiness needed dentures! “I beg your Pardon Sir,” I said “Perhaps you should have milk and bread, I can make it nice and gooey Better than those bugs so chewy, Then you can keep your tongue inside So much better for you to hide It, and later on I insist You go with me to the dentist: But until then Milord, King Nib, I’d recommend you wear a bib.” Nib puffed up his juice-stained chest and made to speak a cutting word but just then over the hills, came Little Giant striding, four foot tall, born in the West Riding - a joke amongst giants but still a danger to toads. Best get out of the road, King Nib: but Nibs round eyes are now firmly shut, dreaming of crunchy new things he can eat; the last thing on his mind are Little Giant's feet! Squelch, screech and splutter - the ground is streaked with crimson and grreen matter: King Nib's toadish reign is over and flies and other creeping things are now free to live in clover, for a little while at least - until some other puffed up toad sets himself up in Power! Willowdown and Trinimade back to list |
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