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Ok. Just in case - here is a poem. Still check back. This is not an authorized, approved post if you are reading this. There is certain to be a better one to replace this! -
Nevermind. I started writing as soon as I wrote the above disclaimer. This was going to be a short, nothing poem that I started... and now it has grown longer, and it is fine to use today after all. I'm keeping it for Poetry Friday. I did start out with a toad - it rhymes so well with road. But the ending then made it necessary for me to change to a frog. Toads don't eat leaches. But frogs do.
I was successful in not rhyming anything with "frog"! For that, you will probably be grateful! I was.
Tads and Lads and Combing the Sea for Leaches
One day as I was walking
A bitty frog I spied
The baby frog was hopping
Across a road quite wide.
I asked him of his journey,
And this he said to me
"I am a young amphibian
intent on reaching sea."
I put him in my pocket
and took him to the beach
And there I placed him in the sand
The waves just out of reach.
He hopped into the water
But it was icy cold!
He leaped back in my pocket -
So much for being bold!
"I'm ready to go home," he said,
I didn't understand;
I thought they said 'leach-combing'
Not 'beach-combing' in the sand."
I walked him right back to his pond
And there he found his pad
And when he's old his tale he'll tell
Of when he was a tad.
by Donna JT Smith
Join others for Poetry Friday at Violet Nesdoly's! You won't regret it! It's warmer than the ocean and you'll be braver than a frog.