Leash-walking My Frog

Leash-walking My Frog

A Poem by Judy Ponceby
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For Lily Mae..... :) ribbit

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My fine friend froggy and I
like to walk beneath the starry sky.

At the sight of his new leash his eyes bulged big
as he took in the meaning of that awful green rig.

But out we went to walk that night
With the stars shining so beautiful and bright.

Froggy and I were hopping right along,
and he was singing a froggy kinda song.

When I fell right over a big ole branch
Causing me to swear and my face to blanch.

As I fell down upon my knee he took his opportunity
and slipped away hopping on down to his girl-frog Dee.

They sang beautiful music in the light of the moon.
Chorusing lovingly to their own special tune.

© 2011 Judy Ponceby


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Now who would not want to read a poem titled "Leash-walking my frog"? Very delightful and good imagery!

Posted 13 Years Ago


First off, the title is engaging. You have such an empathy for nature and that comes through along with the humour, an awesome poem

Posted 13 Years Ago


Now this is what I've waited for lol. I love it.. My dad wrote got in trouble with my mom once ( well a few times) and he said he wrote and ode to a toad.. "There you sit while I goad...disturbed not a bit you ugly toad" lol... Thanks for the laughter this week Judy, your the best..x

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very cute! Can't get it out of my head - the image of froggy checking out his new leash with those bulging eyes. Magic.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This poem is just plain fun. Good rhymes, too. Walking your frog on a leash--what a splendid idea! Judy, I think you may be almost as silly as I am.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Never heard of leash-walking a frog. (Although, when I was much younger, I knew this hippie chick who wanted me to...but that's another story.) Must be hell to get that leash on, in the first place.
Doesn't take much of a leap to enjoy this fun-filled ditty. I know I did.
Versatility thy name is Judy.

Posted 13 Years Ago


"Their own special tune"...might be considered bull-throated passion. And how deep is their pond, Judy? Knee-deep...knee-deep.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Judy Ponceby
Judy Ponceby

Swanton, OH



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