The Crazy Day

• Isabelle Malone, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2019

Whose frog is that? I think I know
The owner is really quite sad though
The frog is slimy, huge and green
I approached the owner trying to be keen
When the frog jumped up to attack my face
The owner looked up with terrible disgrace
He was no longer sad
He was not even mad
In fact, he started to laugh
As I felt I needed to barf
There was a frog on my head
And all I wanted was to go to bed
The frog what stuck
Until along came a duck
And it ate that huge frog
Like it was a hotdog!