He was cute
He was green
The cutest frog
I’ve ever seen
Like many men, had a few warts
Distinguished him from other sorts
He liked to sit in the sun
Scattered lily pads he sat among
If a lady his bulging eyes spied
Off the lily pad he would dive
Sneaking under her in the rill
Jumping by, to cause a thrill
Most times this ploy seemed to work
Till a fishhook found him, pulled with a jerk
From then, he no longer decided to lurk
When the lady sported a comehither smirk.
The Bag Lady 