At dusk, when the world was settling down
A frog would realize its deepest fears
As upon the hard cement he'd pound
To be knocked unconscious, so he would not
Jump away or wiggle--he was coerced.
A firecracker with a flame so hot
Was cruelly put into his mouth with force
First consciousness
A few hops
the KABOOM!
A million pieces splatter all around
As another amphibian meets doom
Perhaps you were a tadpole's mother dear?
I'm sorry, I was just too young to care. ~~ Lisa Boehm
I may walk around with a guilt-laden mind, but at least I don't walk around with a frog on my head...
...or under my arm to keep my personal items in. Somehow, I think my way was a bit more humane.
2 comments:
Are those real toadskin hats & purses? How large a toad/frog would you need to make something like this out of?
By the way, thanks for the invitation to Spidey-3, but I didn't check email until Monday morning! :-(
Yes, they are real, and I'm imagining a pretty large toad at that...but I wouldn't know: I'm only used to seeing them in little pieces (yes, I know Heather...I need Jesus).
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