Life's Cycle
I'm a dot in a spot, and feel a bit pasty,
Get some gel in my belly, mmm that's real tasty.
I must be a male, got a tail, think I'll go for a swim,
Two legs, now four legs, they grow on a whim.
The tail's done a bunk, shrunk, time to rest on this log,
Hop off, then cop off with a nice female frog.
life happens so quickly for a frog; one moment a dashing tadpole, next a clunky frog with lust in its loins 🙂
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😀 Love this response!!
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thanks, Worms 🙂
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Not to mention verse two where he becomes the dashing prince with his eyes on the prize!🙂
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A great summary of a frog’s life. 🙂 The rhyming pattern works a treat! And for me, it raises thoughts about how confusing it would be to have limbs growing and disappearing and readjusting to new forms of motion. Great poem!
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Thank you worms! 😊
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🐸 💙
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No need for a straw for this amphibian, just soaks it all in. Ahh, the waterside paradise of a frog’s life.
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