Tired and weary,
I fell asleep
To sounding rain—
Like pattering feet.
Then suddenly awoke
To a noise at my window
It wasn‘t too sweet—
As it did show.
Croak.Crrroooaaakkk!
Oh no, this can't be.
Crrooaakk! went the frog
And poor ole me.
For hours, he sat
To serenade.
I cringed at the sounds
That he made.
A sad camper,
Miserable was I—
Losing precious sleep
As time dragged by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now that is a cute poem and falls in the category of the cricket on the hearth. I have enjoyed sampling a few of your poems and hope that I have introduced you to a few of mine. Adeline