Fred The Frog

Fred The Frog short poem

I once met a frog
Whose name was Fred
He hopped around
And bounced on his bed.

He hopped to the pond
And went for a swim
He called for his friends
And they all joined in

At night he loved
To relax and knit
He wanted a scarf
That would snugly fit

Around his neck
When days are cool
It’s chilly cold
In the murky pool

A thick woolly hat
An nice warm mitts
Would make him happy
And shout RIBBIT!

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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@dartherino, your lively rhymes surely evoked the childlike feelings in us dormant since many years ago. (can’t disclose how long, it will give away our age) This may wind its way into the immortal ranks of Nursery Rhymes. It makes for enjoyable reading.

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Ha Ha Darren now frogs I love! this would be lovely for any child (adult) to read it made me smile.
You have a true way of bringing the child out of us adults.

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