A jar full of pondweed
Frogspawn in a net
Caught sight of a newt
Now wanting to get
If I don’t move fast
He’ll be gone like a shot
And a jar full of frogspawn
Will be all that I’ve got
I moved forward slowly
A sound there was none
Till I tripped on a stone
And the newt soon was gone
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very amusing and written so well!