The Frog in the Swimming Pool

Shimmering cool of a man-made pool,
Visitor came, rule-breaking fool.
Frog splashed, chlorine's embrace,
Found himself in a curious place.

No lily pads, no muddy bed,
Blue tiles, pool noodles instead.
Paddled legs, freestyle race,
Liquid square, new-found space.

No insects, no reeds to explore,
Echoes of laughter, distant roar.
Children at play, summer's zeal,
Unaware of frog turning heel.

Content in splashy domain,
Wild heart captured, no disdain.
Even where not meant to be,
Life finds a way to be free.

Cheers to the frog, pool's wave,
Leap of faith, adventurous crave.
Strokes strong, spirit bold,
In chlorinated waters, oddly cold.
the frog in the swimming pool poem enjoying a lot
Frog enjoying swimming pool

You can listen to the audio version of the poem here.

Summary


The poem tells the tale of a frog that unexpectedly finds itself in a swimming pool, a place far different from its natural pond habitat. Despite the unnatural setting, the frog adapts and seems to enjoy the new environment, swimming amidst the blue tiles and pool toys. This amphibious guest represents adaptability and the spirit of adventure, reminding us that life can thrive even in the most unexpected places.

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