My brand new awesome beautiful poem.

[GlobalObserver]

Once I had a little dog
Who turned into a toady frog
He leaped into a marshy bog
And sat upon a cypress log

Tears have made my pillow soggy
'Cause I miss my little doggie
Frogs aren't fun, no fun at all
They can't play fetch & return my ball

I really hate that stupid frog
That used to be my little dog
I think I'll have a little fun
And so I grab my BB gun

Off to the swamp I run so fast
I see that stupid frog at last
My aim is true. I take my shot
I kill the frog ... that used to be my little dog

The End

[sprytel]

Lovely. I cried, I laughed, I cried again.

If you want to preserve the rhyme at the end, might I suggest the following?

My aim is true. I take my shot
I kill the frog that once was Spot.

Feel free to use it. I waive my rights to all credit and royalties for when it makes you rich and famous.

[GlobalObserver]

Lovely. I cried, I laughed, I cried again.

If you want to preserve the rhyme at the end, might I suggest the following?

My aim is true. I take my shot
I kill the frog that once was Spot.

Feel free to use it. I waive my rights to all credit and royalties for when it makes you rich and famous.

Thank You, I love it!

[GlobalObserver]

Once I had a little dog
Who turned into a toady frog
He leaped into a marshy bog
And sat upon a cypress log

Tears have made my pillow soggy
'Cause I miss my little doggie
Frogs aren't fun, no fun at all
They can't play fetch & return my ball

I really hate that stupid frog
That used to be my little dog
I think I'll have a little fun
And so I grab my BB gun

Off to the swamp I run so fast
I see that stupid frog at last
My aim is true. I take my shot
I kill the frog that once was Spot.

The End

** Revised version. Special thanks to sprytel