A Flash Frog - Poem by Orlando Belo
Walking down this quiet country road
that I’d never walked down before.
A bullfrog jumped out in front of me
and said, “Hey man what’s the score? ”
I must admit I was surprised by him,
and by the way he rolled his cigar.
I also liked how he spun his cane,
he had style to spare by the jar.
As he spoke his gold and diamond teeth
sparkled, and 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,
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 a silver flask
and offered it to me,
but I said, “No, but thank you very much
I never drink before my tea.
“What are you staring at my man,
have you never seen a frog drink before? ”
“No, to be perfectly honest I haven’t,
I suppose I should get out some more.”
“Hey man you look under dressed
where is your gold attire?
You look positively naked man,
it’s clear you’re no high life flier.
You’ve been a disappointment to me,
this has been another useless day.
How can I survive as a highwayman
when gold never comes my way? ”
“Maybe you should lower your sights a bit
and don’t always go for gold.”
“And maybe you should shut your mouth,
with your style a century old.
I think that you had better go now,
you’re wasting my valuable time.
New clients will be coming along soon,
so get out of my firing line.”
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