My Dear Frog Poem by Haruna Garba

Frog with a hop, scorpion with a walk
Frog with strong arm saw extra leverage
And his mind dreamt for them a match
Ten strokes each to take in turn
Frog with slugfest, scorpion with a sting
And it was the frog favored the toss
So with all his might he took the turn
Ten counts taken with scorpion finned flat
Eventually it was her turn to take
Wagging the sting, brandishing it
Here struck the wonderful tail!
And frog losing his head for count
Pronounced TON instead of TEN
Which he boomed with croaker's voice
A croaker made in a single slap