T H E N A K E D F R O G

A very ordinary frog
sat at an ordinary lake
He sat there in his naked body
with other words, he was naked

Frogs have neither fur nor feathers
I’m sure that this you know
He was thinking, “I want garments”
The question is “but how?”

So, one day he went shopping
and arrived at a boutique
There he bought a pair of pants
Blue jeans, very tight but chic

Something’s missing, thought the frog
I have pants but no jacket
I better select one right now
There, that elegant one in red

When he returned to his pond
Guess what welcomed him, the dear
A big white banner, words in red
“THE BEST-DRESSED FROG OF THE WHOLE YEAR!”

But one day, he got so mad
And started blowing-up
Frogs are capable of this
And this was the result!

His zipper broke, yes, shame on him
Torn to pieces his jacket
Immediately the frog remarked
I do not have any regret!

Now I am as I ought to be
And this is definitely
Despite my nakedness, I’m again
A naked-frog, with DIGNITY!

Renée Lurkin-Arteel

Great sense of humour- a frog with jeans! Truely Unique and well thought of- like it...........

Yeehaa! Good work!
Just one step further, and you'll create a poem that is even flowing with the metre is requires because it's classical style ;-)
silent siren