A Flash Frog - Poem by Orlando Belo
Walking along this quiet country road
that I'd never walked down before.
A giant bullfrog jumped out in front of me,
and said, "Hey man what's the score? "
I must admit I was quite surprised by him,
and by the way he finger rolled his cigar.
I also liked how he spun his walking cane,
he had style to spare by the jar.
As he spoke, his gold and diamond teeth sparkled,
so much they made me close my eyes.
"Hey man, has some cat took your tongue,
to swot away those pesky flies? "
"I'm sorry I didn't understand your question,
what do you mean, what's the score? "
"I mean how are you doin' today my man,
and are you jumping off the floor? "
"Oh right, yes I'm fine and well, thanks for asking,
I suppose that I'm in the pink."
"Well that's pretty cool my man,
would you care for a nip to drink? "
From his pocket he removed an ornate flask,
and it sparkled before my eyes.
"Here, take a taste of this, " he said.
"No thank you, I don't drink, swear, or tell lies."
"Why are you looking up and down at me, my man,
have you never seen a frog drink before? "
"No, but it's not only that, it's you yourself,
I suppose I ought to try and get out a lot more."
"Hey man I notice you're kinda underdressed.
Like where are your rings and gold chains?
Why, you look positively destitute and naked, man,
Have you been scraping a living on dumps and drains?
I must say you've been a disappointment to me,
this has turned out to be my worst ever day.
How can I maintain my life as a highwayman,
when beggars' like you come my way? "
"Maybe you should consider lowering your sights a bit,
and go for money instead of gold."
"And maybe you should shut your unworthy mouth,
when you haven't any paper to fold.
I think it's time for you to be on your way,
you're wasting my valuable time.
New potential clients will be coming along soon,
so move along, get out of my firing line."
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