The Frog Show

The Frog Show


This night, dark with heat,
Moist air, heavy, lingering smells
A bog of armpit sweat, wreaks hell.
The audience stayed in their seats.

A green croaking chorus the treat,
Long legged frogs with silver bells
“The chairs are hard!” a young boy yells
Mom replied, “Be patient my sweet”

The belching frog show was neat
But when the red curtain fell
The audience clapped, “Fair Well,
I’m hungry for frog legged meat.”



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