Skippy the Frog

Skippy the frog alone on his pad,
Admiring his reflection as if his dad.

His frog legs are strong as he jumped so high,
Landing on a turtle he missed the fly.

Thomas the turtle, scared half to death,
As he plunged under the water with barely a breath.

Skippy the frog, laughing, as hard as he could,
Thinking Thomas the turle was a piece of wood.

But laughing at someone he had hurt,
Thomas the turtle ate green desert!

poem by Keith Foley
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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