An Ode to Winged Amphibians

[Snypiuer]

Hey there little froggy

What'chya doing there?

Wait a minute . . .

Who stapled wings to your back?

Who superglued that clump of hair?

You know you kind'a look like Elvis

If he were a Fairy Frog.

Gotta say

You sure don't look like any toad

I've seen singing on a log.

I wonder if those wings

Can really make you fly

Or, at least, glide

A bit

If you jump

Really, really high

Hmmm

Something is amiss

I'm beginning to think

You sit there

Unmoving

You stare without one blink

Let's see what happens

If I try to move you from there

There's got to be a stick I can poke you with

Lying around here

Somewhere

Here's one

Time to find out if it's what I fear

Yep

You fell right over

Face first

And now I'm looking at your rear

O.K. we'll just put you back

Pretty much, the way you were found

And I'll skedaddle

In case your creator is around

Wouldn't want my own wings

Or a pompadour head of hair

So, I'll be on my way

Leaving you right there

Have a good day and sorry for the poke

I hope you didn't mind

I will admit this

You were a wonderfully

Curious find.

[Harmonious_Echos]

Oi! Sir, 

If you would PLEASE 

My wings are fine and full of breeze, 

Not stapled thus, or glued, but 

magic'd on by author's art. 

(Athough at times, they smart!) 

I'm here to fan this flow, 

paddle the wind, 

Make the drafts blow

Shake the cobwebs from the corners of this Pen

and start again--

Sending fairy-frog-dust-glitter out 

and bringing PEOPLE in. 

 

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