But What Did the Log Eat
One day, by the pond
I was sitting on a log
When who should sit beside me
But a little green frog
He turned to match my gaze
With his amphibian eyes
Cleared his throat and....spoke
(Much to my suprise)
"Excuse me nice young lady,
I don't mean to offend
But could you move your bottom
As you're sitting on my friend!"
Immediately I sprang up
(His request seemed rather fair)
But when I looked down behind me
There wasn't anybody there?
At least that's what I thought
But then a deep-voiced "thank you"
Had me rather perplexed
Now the log was talking too?!
"Hungry?" asked the frog,
"Because I've spotted quite the treat"
"Yes indeed" replied the log
"I think it's time to eat"
I didn't quite catch on
'Till it was far to late to move
But anyway that's the story
Of how I became frog food
June 4th 2020
Copyright © Unknow Error | Year Posted 2020
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