The Frog Poem by Ronald Strickland

I was once a Frog. And I enjoyed my life
setting on the edge of the pond
letting my tongue slip to snatch a fly from the air.
Crooked when I wanted and no one complained.

Maybe in a distance you would hear a person say.

'What the heck was that? '


Then one day this silly girl picked me up
and gave me a kiss.

Swoosh, Dang, 'what the hell? '.

Life's just not the same.
These darn flies are driving me insane.