The Little Frog

-written 101012

Under the palm tree, the little frog did hide

scared of company, ever fiercely he eyed

greedy men in suits of gold, silver, and wool

gobbling tropical fruits by the blue green pool.

So hungry was he, for nothing did he eat, 

so fed up was he, broken shells scorched bare feet,

so confused was he, that Rich Men made this happen,

all the while we see, his poor family lay napping.

Under the island sun, did rays of hope ignite,

Little Frog to cry, “To arms men, let’s fight!!”

With his beetle gun, he’d rampage all night

for his people to dance joyfully, right before his sight.

“But alas little frog, you’re no match for Fat Men

iron machines have they, and they bring destruction!”

“Try I must, for there’s no right they own

to sit on our home as if it’s their throne!”

The little frog ran, as furiously as he could

to defeat the Fat Men, whose houses reeked of dead wood.

“I’ll show those bad guys, just how tough I can be.

 They’ll cry and then flee from my strengthpowerandmight

I’m 3 years old I’m not a boy, but a man! 

With this beetle gun, they’ll be crushed in my han---”

But as he said this, the little frog didn’t see

how quickly his power and life ceased to be. 

As the friend of his foe, one curious puppy dog

took a bite out of our hero, the brave little frog.