The Green Guest

It was during an English lesson
on a rainy afternoon,
He sat on our windowsill
like a little, green balloon.
A bunch of third graders,
we began to yell.
Our teacher with a neat bun
on top of her head,
knew that very minute
there would be no more words
that afternoon to spell,
No grammar pointers to give
or stories from chapter books to tell,
There was a very green, slimy frog
in our classroom.
What in the world was he doing there
that rainy afternoon!

A brave friend of mine then got the courage to say,
“Let’s gently send this little guy away back to where he belongs.
The poor fella seems to have lost his way,
Go on now, little guy,
run along…”

But, the frog did not seem to be in any mood
to leave from there that day,
It seemed to be that in English lessons,
he wanted to stay.

He hopped onto our desks, 
Onto our books and onto our pens,
And onto the windowsill,
one more time yet again.
And just when we thought, he had gone back to where he belonged,
There was the loudest scream!
Our teacher looked whiter than white,
in her old armchair.
There he was, the English lesson-loving frog,
Looking rather cozy on top of our teacher’s,
always neatly done hair.

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(AI generated illustration – for representational purposes only).