THE DOG, FROG AND THIEF:a sonnet--winner

THE DOG, THE FROG AND THE THIEF: a sonnet


I came home once and found the door open,
And afraid that a thief might be inside,
I walked softly and found a glass broken
That cut my feet. To stop bleeding I tried.

But the smell of fresh blood woke up my dog
Who had been lulled to sleep by the vile thief.
The glass had inside it a tiny frog,
Which was now enjoying its freedom brief.

I found the frog and put it in a jar.
Then I told the dog to find the burglar.
He had not yet gone from the house too far.
I caught him tightly round his big collar.

Then I put the frog down his sweaty shirt
Along with plenty of the roadside dirt.



• First place and awardicon winner in the Eternally Our Friends Poetry Contest, Round 8, "~Eternally Our Friends Poetry Contest~"  hosted by Got A New PC!!


M C Gupta
28 February 2008