The frogs have been singing in in the rushes by my local lake but no matter how hard I look I have never seen one. Apparently they are quite small. Their voices aren’t. They sing with gay abandon. And here you are probably thinking, ah yes I know the one riddet riddet, but no, not these ones. These are Kiwi frogs…Brrruurrp Brurrrrp they shout Brrrurrrp Brrrurrrp ! Some say this is a sign of rain.
And do not call him names,
As ‘Slimy skin,’ or ‘Polly-wog,’
Or likewise ‘Ugly James,’
Or ‘Gap-a-grin,’ or ‘Toad-gone-wrong,’
Or ‘Bill Bandy-knees’:
To epithets like these
Who keep a frog (and, by the way,
They are extremely rare).
This week’s editor of The Tuesday Poem Hub is Harvey Molloy with an unusual poem by Ruth Corkill called You are nocturnal but I am an insomniac. Pop over to the Hub and have a read and while you’re there check out the variety of Tuesday Poets in the sidebar. You will find much to please you.
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