A Very Froggy Night Poem by Tom Billsborough

A Very Froggy Night

Rating: 4.1


Burglar Bill was on the job.
But sadly he had come to rob
The wise one of the town.
She looked him up. She looked him down.
This small, fat-bellied slob
And with a flicker of her wand
She turned him into frog.
When he got home, his wife looked up
As he began to speak.
"You've got an awful croak, my dear
And you're green about the gills, "
She cried with some concern, I fear.
" You could be taking ill, my sweet
You look a tad off colour.
Some brandy and warm water
Might clear your funny head.
So hop off to your bed."
So off he bounded up the stairs
And left her in a stew
She'd never seen him quite like that
And she didn't know what toad do.

Friday, September 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 09 September 2016

Clearing the funny head we search and get essence of wise humor shared in this poem. Very interesting and amazing this poem is.

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Greg Davidson 11 September 2016

I really enjoyed this. I lovely distraction from the hum drum of my day

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Tom Billsborough 11 September 2016

Maybe, deep down, his wife thought he looked better as a frog. On reflection she might just tell him to hop it!

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Bharati Nayak 09 September 2016

Your poem takes me back to my childhood days when I was totally mesmerized by fairy tales.In many stories a king or angel was hidden under an ugly frog skin and later turned into handsome prince by the love of princess.But here in your poem a burglar turned toad.Nice one, much enjoyed.

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Tom Billsborough 10 September 2016

Yes, there are many fine stories usually with a good moral message too. Here the villain gets his desserts. Even worse his wife doesn't seem that concerned either!

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Annette Aitken 09 September 2016

Ha ha loving the play on words there Tom...with tad and toad..nice wee stroy to... Annette

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Tom Billsborough 09 September 2016

i'll go down to the pond in the morning and apologize to my frogs for taking their species in vain. And the tadders which still look sprightly. It's only a joke, I'll say. No doubt they'll reply.. croak, croak. If I see one in a striped jersey I'll let you know!

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Ging Taping 09 September 2016

I wonder how? I don't get it! joke...Thanks for sharing Sir enlighten my heavy head :)

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Tom Billsborough 09 September 2016

the burglar has the misfortune to try an burgle a witch's house. She turns him into a frog as a punishment. The joke is his wife's casual acceptance of his changed condition. That's all.

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Sumit Ganguly 09 September 2016

The 'Blues Poem' is no clues to croaking poem. Enjoyed with open heart.

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