Poem About a Frog


I sold my frog on eBay

for a price so high

you’d turn his colour if I told you.

Don’t laugh.

Nowhere does it say you can’t

sell something living, or croaking

for that matter.

My frog did not protest

when I put him in the cardboard box

(with holes in it of course).

That’s why I sold him.

Not very willful critters—frogs.

Sometimes, if I think about it,

I’m surprised Noah

bothered to let them on his boat.

But God, I suppose, was specific.

So was the man who returned my frog.

It didn’t survive the forty days this time.

But nothing’s guaranteed on eBay.

The End

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