Once upon a time there was a frog who lived in Bingle Bog. He had a hoarse voice but he croaked away in the bog the whole night from dusk to dawn. He was under the false impression of having a good voice, so he croaked continuously. Other creatures of the bog disliked his voice, however they had no other option but to listen to his voice. So, the frog’* loud and unpleasant voice blared out from the sumac tree under the foot of which the frog sang till morning light.
Poetic Devices :
Alliteration : Croaked away in Bingle Bog
Every night from dusk to dawn
And the crass cacophony
Minstrelled on till morning night
Repetition : awn and awn and awn
