Fern was a funny little frog
always fantasizing about
fancy, frilly filigree.
What a frog.
Fern spied Fin one day among the flowers.
How fortuitous, it was as the fortuneteller said.
She developed a florescence
upon seeing him float among the flotsam.
Fern flicked her tongue catching a fly
as it flit about.
Fin seeing that started to flirt with a flourish.
She was aflutter
floating over to Fin's flirtations.
For some reason she liked his foppishness.
Finally she thought she formed
a friendship with a free thinking frog.
Funny little frog.