345 – Ribbit

Poem number 345
Take a frog and roast it ‘til the juice runs nice and clear
Serve it on a platter with courgette
Garnish it with cockle shells and drizzle on some beer
Then take it round the corner to the vet
Ask him “Can you fix it? I’m afraid it may be dead,
My daughter will be ever so upset.
Can you patch it back together, can you sew it with some thread?
For I really can’t afford another pet.”
And if the vet is baffled, if he’s lost and all agog
Just tell him he deserves his student debt
For what’s the point in vet’inries if they can’t fix a frog
That’s been served upon a platter with courgette?


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