Lucinda Belinda and Harriet Hog,
Were two foolish friends on a walk in the fog.
Lucinda Belinda and Harriet Hog,
Took their walk in the wood with a poorly trained dog.
Lucinda Belinda and Harriet Hog,
While walking that dog through the wood in the fog,
Failed to observe several signs for a bog.
Lucinda Belinda and Harriet Hog,
Lost control of the dog who took off at a jog.
Lucinda Belinda and Harriet Hog,
While chasing their poorly trained dog through the bog,
Were observed by an odd looking toothy mouthed frog,
That lay still in the sog,  looking just like a log.
What disaster lurked there in that bog in the fog,
For Lucinda Belinda and Harriet Hog?!
They lurched through the sog, calling out for the dog,
All the while being watched by that froggy-ish  log,
But then they got stuck in that foul smelling bog
And down they were sucked, right into the sog.
Poor Lucinda Belinda and Harriet Hog,
They should never have ventured about in the fog,
They should have held onto that poorly trained dog,
And properly read all those signs for the bog.
And if only they’d known that a toothy mouthed frog
That lies fairly still and looks just like a log,
And turns with a gleam of its wide toothy smile,
Is more likely to be…

A bog crocodile.

Poem © 2015 Kathryn Evans 
Image © 2015 Heather Dickinson