The Crazy Little Frog

By Kriti


Yesterday when I was walking down the road,

My eyes fell on something looking just like a toad.

It was probably not a toad but a frog,

It was soaring on a blackish brownish log.

It had a dull green skin,

Its legs were far too thin.

It jumped along my dress,

It tried to call the press.

And when I asked him why,

He just gave me a sigh.

When the people got around,

They stared at me, standing in the foreground.

And then my eyes awoke,

I remembered that the little frog just spoke!


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We are 2 friends who teamed up and combined our interests to form a mix flavoured blog..including poems,stories,arts,fashion blogs,tips,articles and what not!

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