Moss requested a poem about a frog who lives underneath a top hat and is friends with a worm. They have tea parties.
My name is Monty: debonair
Amphibian extrordinaire!
You might expect that I, a frog
Would live beside some foetid bog
Eat flies, (disgusting!) croak, (how rude!)
Swim aimlessly about, and you’d
Be incorrect. It’s quite offensive
To presume that the extent of
My high class sophistication’s
Hopping round some vegetation!
No. I’m really quite refined:
Most afternoons my friends can find
Me offering a wide selection
Of tisanes and fine confections
At my house. (I should say that
It’s actually an old top hat
I have upcycled: tres, tres chic!)
And Lyndon comes round every week
For madeleines and Lady Grey
And conversation. By the way
He is an earthworm. I perceive
That once again you’ve been deceived
By preconceptions: frogs and worms
Are often on the best of terms!
Now you’ve been introduced to me,
You really must come round for tea!
Tom Juniper Poetry 