Mr. Frog ⁘ A Poem

The little frog tipped his toadstool cap...

Welcome to our last piece of June! Today’s poem is a sweet little ending to a month full of fairytales — a little something to leave you with
a smile and a twinkle. Enjoy!

The little frog tipped
His toadstool cap
As I walked by that day
I asked for directions
And about the elections
But he had nothing to say

Impatient, I grumbled
That he would not speak
I said I could no longer stay
I screeched and I bleated
I cried and I pleaded
But frogs can’t talk anyway

Haniah Avery grew up in what most people call the Middle of Nowhere but she calls Home. When she’s not writing cozy historical stories (sometimes with a splash of adventure and magic), she’s probably at her day job or consuming stories at the same rate at which she consumes chocolate chips. You can find her and all her usual social media haunts at haniahavery.com.

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