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CROAKER
by Charles E MinshallOut at our lily pond
Where lilys belong,
Sits a frog croaking
From dusk 'till dawn.
He doesn't know
I can croak too,
If I can catch him
That's what I'll do. 05/26/2005 Posted on 05/27/2005
Copyright © 2025 Charles E Minshall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 05/27/05 at 12:06 PM i'm gonna tell Kermit ;) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/27/05 at 12:58 PM Quite descriptve even in brevity. Very funny! Just don't croak in attempting to catch him. ;) |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/27/05 at 07:51 PM ...charles, im there! that's what i's doing when neil armstrong was walking on the Moon...frog gigging! great poetics, peace, chaz |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 05/27/05 at 09:27 PM ahahaha... this made me really smile! |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 05/30/05 at 07:52 AM I hope you don't know a person named Lily. If you do, this just took on an eerie tone! ;) Croakin' lil froggies gotta make ya smile (even if it is a tad insane!) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/30/05 at 11:35 PM It's not easy being green, is it Charlie? :oD |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/31/05 at 09:48 AM Catch him, the likely intruder. hahahah Subtle. |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 06/08/06 at 04:41 AM I remember my mother and father would go frog gigging when I was little in the country in Ohio...I don't THINK I ever tried them..but who knows...a great little funny poem on the subject of frogs...hey, do they taste like chicken? |
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