There was an old frog named Hobbity
Who liked to lay on a lily pad and bobbity

He’d sway with the ripples, on the lake
Basking in the sun, a joy to partake

He disliked the winter, and all the snow
Waiting for spring, to put on a show

For all the lady frogs, who’d hop on by
Hoping to make them swoon and sigh

But days went by too slowly for Hobbs
Impatient, was he, this old frog

So he jumped in, through the ice
Paid a terrible price!

Now ole Hobbs and Fiona hobnob

 

You can read about Fiona HERE

March Writing Prompt:  Hobbity Bobbity – Day 6/31

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