Treasure Island

Amy Bruce


The Happy Toad


look left,
look right,
look who you'll see tonight.
big mouths,
tall bodies
I think you'll be seeing Rodney
Big feet,
a little heat,
you'll just might meet me!

look left,
look right,
look who you'll see tonight.
big mouths,
tall bodies
I think you'll be seeing Rodney
Big feet,
a little heat,
you'll just might meet me!

Submitted: Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

'Hurry up little toad', Jill cried out to mary laughing.
Jill and Mary had been stepsisters for 2 months now, but Jill was a frog and Mary was just a fat, ugly toad.
Mary's father married Jill's mother just before Mary's dad had been kidnapped by a young, school-aged boy!

LESON: DONT BE MEAN OR BAD STUFF WILL HAPPEN! ! !

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