The flattened frog
Has got a prob
That nobody can cure
His webby toes
His warty nose
Have lost all their allure
His croak is dead
Just like his head
He’s had his final leap
The flattened frog
Should not have trod
Right under someone’s feet
When life hands you a flattened frog, you make a poem out of it. I apologize for subjecting you to that photo one more time.
The flattened blog
Has got a prob;
I simply must delete.
Lynniebeemuseoday 
Poor little froggy!
At least he is remembered and immortalized by your poem!
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Yes, I like to think I honored his memory. 😊
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Wonderful poem about the poor frog. Gene just now had a run in with our frog on the deck. Thankfully he didn’t step on him this time.
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I hope Gene emerged victorious from this run-in. Perhaps I should interview him for my blog (Gene, not the frog). (Although it might be interesting to get the frog’s point of view too).
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