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The Life Lived Of A Belching Frog

Is the life lived of a belching frog,
More important than the one...
Sitting quietly on a lily pad,
Looking at its reflection...
On a mirror smooth pond?

Or is the frog that belches,
Showing more appreciation...
For the flies that are attracted.
And the reason that a belching frog,
Could care less about an image reflected.
But expresses a gratefulness for the feast,
Available to be eaten.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Phileas the Frog

Phileas the frog was awfully large -
To see the muscle in his thighs -
A sight bedazzling to your eyes!
With plenty there to feed a town -
If you would dare to take him down!

Phileas the frog could tow a barge.
One hefty bound could clear a tree -
A scary sight I'll guarantee!
And something else to make me dread:
Were he to land upon my head!

Phileas the frog was known as 'Sarge -'
Accounted by that massive chest.
No other frog would care to jest
That tidy Phileas!

So if you've sense and know your place -
And hold some value to your face,
Then don't get supercilious
With Phileas!

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Frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog
Frog frog frog frog frog frog frog frog

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Frog

France and China feed from your demise,
Restaurateurs are not exactly chums,
Oh how they rave about your tender thighs!
Gourmand orders - another frog succumbs…

frog
frog frog
frog frog
frog frog
frog frog
Frog frog

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Walking The Frog

I have a pet frog
We go frog walking every day at 6pm
He is fine until he sees another frog
He sniffs & then tries to jump
I pull him away

Last week we had a problem
My frog stopped to do his business
A passer bye said stop your frog fouling
I cleared up after him but it left a slimy mark
The other man slipped on it

My frog likes water
Especially ponds
He likes jumping on lilies
The local gardener is mad
Control your frog he shouts

Well now Im in trouble
Despite the sign
Beware of the FROG
He bit a policeman
A fine guard frog

My frog is now banned
From walks anywhere
Poor froggy is in a cell
Eating flies & drinking water
Its a frogs life

poem by Alan Draper
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A Parable

a frog, always the frog
has always been a frog
servant to the fog, but
one frog one day decides
to be a bull to the dismay
of the frogs in that little pond
to the ridicule of the bulls
nearby but the frog learns
to be a bull and bully has
he become until one day
he gains the respect of the
other bulls to the pleasure
of the sun to the disdain
of the fog on the hills

nothing is impossible
to the power of the mind
this the frog follows
through and through

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Oh Little Frog

Oh Little Frog, Oh Little Frog
I love you so completely
I love to see you sitting there
On the lily pad so neatly

Your googly eyes spy little flies
That's scrummy in your tummy
You hop around from pad to pad
You really do look funny

Your neon green
Your big long tongue
You are a prince it’s true
I really wish that I could be a frog
Just the same as you

poem by Grant Stevenson
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A Little Frog

A little Frog could well be
A beating Frog in camouflage
A jumping Frog cold, scary

A poisoning Frog breathing through the skin
An Underwater Frog flooding…
A Drowned heart in love with...
The little Frog.

poem by Florida Angel
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Hop Frog

Well they call me a juicy hop-frog
you can see me in any wood bog
don't you know that they call me the hop-frog
hopping frog
I'm a hop-frog
a hop-frog
they call me the hop-frog
hop, hop-frog
They call me the hop-frog
see me in any wood bog
don't you know that call me a hop-frog
hop-frog
They call me the hop-frog
see me in a wood bog
they're calling me a hop-frog
hop-frog
You can see me in a ballroom
you can see me in a bedroom
you can see me in the woods
hop, hop-frog
They call me the hop-frog
they call you the hop-frog
well they call you the hop-frog
hop, hop-frog
Frog

song performed by by Lou Reed
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The Golden Frog

Down by the river on a water log
Came jumping a golden frog
He sits on a little lily pad
He catches flies and he's never sad
Then one day a lizard came
He was hot all over and frog was the same
Now frog is happy because he has a friend
And they share a fly shake blend

poem by Sinead HoYJ
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A Frog Named Jo

It must be nice, being a frog on the side of the road.
At least you are more appealing than a toad.
You sit in the grass that matches your jade scales
It seems as though flies fly to you, compelled
To be your delicacy, to be eaten.
And the flies appear gladly beaten.
And all seems in this natural scene
So peaceful and so serene,

And in our cruel world, that is what we see,
‘How Happy ore' others some can be'
But the point that we miss in all of this beauty,
Is that the world is not just for ‘me'
I may have my hard times, and so will you
But somewhere else in the world, someone is suffering too.

Now, as we leave this simple frog to its seeming life of bliss,
We don't ever look back, for it is not something to miss.
This frog had no connection to you
So why should you care what next it will do?

From this place, the frog could be snatched up by a bat
It will feed the bat family, and that will be that.
For some object of little acknowledgement from you
Is now something permanently lost from view.

But that frog could have had a family of its own;
A life, friends, a job, a home.
It seems foolish to think of these characteristics of a frog on the street,
But is it just as foolish as thinking of the people you meet?

All day long, many lives collide,
But we make sure to stand to the side.
In life, we never know what will come next,
All we can do is give every moment our best.

poem by Heidi Fiore
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Coyote and Frog (Native American)

Coyote and his friends walked to a pond
But found Frog and his clan now living there.
“This pond is small for all of us, ” Frog said.
“ Find water of your own. We cannot share.”

“If you will let us drink our fill and bathe,
I’ll get you a warm blanket and a blue stone
That’s bigger than your fist, ” Coyote offered.
When Frog agreed, Coyote went for them alone.

Frog took the gifts and led them to the pond.
Later as they left Frog laughed, “Good trade! ”
In fact, Coyote stole the gifts from Thunderbird,
Now furiously tracking prints the thief had made.

Coyote returned next day to find the Frog clan dead.
He took his people to the pond. “Good trade, ” he said.

poem by Chuck Toll
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The Frog Poem(duh Duh Duhhhhhhhhh)

Leap frog,

Jump frog,

Everywhere you go frog,

Smile frog,

Croak frog,

Everywhere you go frog,

stomp, stomp, stomp

SQUASH! ! !

Bye, bye frog.

poem by Maddy Jen
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The Frog and the Lion

A LITTLE FROG WENT OUT ONE DAY
TO HAVE A FROGGIE WALK,
HE SAW A LION ON HIS WAY
AND STOPPED TO HAVE A TALK.

AND THEN THE LION SAID TO HIM,
THERE’S FLIES UPON MY BACK,
AND I AM FEELING PRETTY GRIM
WHILE STANDING IN THIS TRACK.

SO IF YOU CLIMB ABOARD MY FRIEND,
YOU’LL HAVE A LOVELY FEED,
I’LL FLICK MY TAIL SO I CAN SEND
THE FLIES TO FILL YOUR NEED.

SO FROGGIE CLIMED ON LION’S BACK
AND ATE AND ATE AND ATE,
AND LION STOOD UPON THE TRACK
TO WAIT AND WAIT AND WAIT.

ONE DAY LION LOOKED AT FROG
AND SAW HIS EYES WERE DIM,
THEN LET HIM DOWN INTO THE BOG
SO HE COULD HAVE A SWIM.

AND THEN THE FROG CAME BACK AGAIN
THE LION TO ATTEND.
HE CLIMBED BACK IN THE LIONS MANE,
THE LION WAS HIS FRIEND.

AS TIME WENT BY THE FROG GOT FAT.
AND LION WAITED ON.
THEN FROG WAS EATEN BY THAT CAT,
AND SO THE FROG WAS GONE.

THE FROGGIE IN THE LION,
JUST SCHRIVLED RIGHT AWAY.
THE FROG WAS FULL OF POISON.
THE LION DIED THAT DAY.

THE MORAL OF THIS STORY.
IS TWOFOLD, LISTEN ON.
JUST BE VERY CAREFULL,
BEFORE YOUR DAYS ARE GONE.

CHOOSE YOU VERY WISELY
THE FRIENDS WITH WHOM YOU GREET.
AND DON’T BE LIKE THE LION.
BE CAREFULL WHAT YOU EAT

poem by George Savige
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Fly frog

Frog swimming
To try for fly...
Fish was asking frog
'Why you did want to fly...? '
Frog say
'I am was born on tommrow

A bird...so...
I was try to fly...'
Fish was hahaaaaa
Loug lot...
'Frog take care
Try too fly...'

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Frog In The Log

There once was a handsome green frog
who resided inside an old log.
He had cut two small vents
in the log for defense
but the stork used, as cover, the fog.

And he swallowed the frog in the buff
though just one frog was never enough
for a frog in a log
who can't see in the fog
daily life can be utterly tough.

poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Plum's Destiny

A little plum dropped from the tree
and struck a frog upon his knee.
The frog did hurt and cried a lot
the plum said Oops, I plum forgot.

Which wasn't altogether true
you see a plum is always blue
a frog however must be green
thus he can easily be seen.

So, folks, it truly stands to reason
that in the Fall, the ripening season
a bit of care would be advised
that way a frog is not surprised.

In any case, the knee did swell
the plum just stayed right where it fell,
so in an effort now to heal
the frog fell for the plum appeal.

He grabbed the plum and opened wide
the plum prepared for its last ride.
And said before it was too late
a plum is to be eaten, mate.

So, you can see that those that fall
from trees or buildings, big and tall
will usually just fail to see
the maker of their destiny.

poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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A Frog Like Me

Ribbit ribbit I am a frog
As pretty as a frog can be
I love to jump from log to log
Come with me and you'll see

Eating bugs is what I do
My legs are kinda short
I promise not to hug or kiss you
Cause that will give you warts

My skin is really bumpy
Not as smooth as yours
Like when your head gets lumpy
From walking into a door

Being a frog can be fun
When swimming with mom and dad
Jump on in and get some sun
Out here on my lilly pad

I never swear or even fight
Thats not the way to be
So now you know what it's like
To be a frog like me

poem by Kevin Seales
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The Frog and the Fly

One day a frog woke up,
To see to his delight,
That the swampy bogs were swarming
With flies beyond his sight.
He snuck up on one surprisingly fat
And crouched down very low,
Then flicked his tongue as the paw of a cat,
But missed and caught his toe!
Now, this was not a normal frog, like those who give up fast.
No, this was a very clever frog, and liked to put it in his past.
So he tried again once more
To get the little flies,
But these black little balls of germs
Have 200 eyes!

poem by Ry Weeks
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The Frog And The Swan

The swan had flown away,
Far away to the west,
Far away from the east,
Found a place to stay,
With another young swan,
To fill the heart,
Which had always been in dismay.
Forgotten about the frog,
The one who was once a friend,
The shoulder to cry on,
The ear to shout on,
But now it’s all gone.
The swan found a new home,
A home in a special place,
A place way further away from the frog.
And now the frog's down,
All down.
Couldn't croak,
Couldn't hunt down flies,
Couldn't leap.
Only sit down quietly on a special rock,
Where memories they come,
From all corners.
Caught the frog in a dream.
The frog turned dumb,
Mouth was sealed,
Eyes dropped dead,
Because a lot of things were better left unsaid.

poem by Zakk Astoria
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The Friendship Of The Frogs

this the picture of a green frog
with big rolling eyes
like a golf ball

it floats on a lily leaf
beside it a big yellow lily flower
the waters ripple

it is a happy frog of friendship
that my friends sent me an hour ago

and my friend wants it back
in a minute
to assure
that i still want her back

i am thinking like a slimy frog.
shall i send it back or not?