Putting My Feet in the Dirt 20

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.

August Writing Prompts

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