Tuesday, March 30, 2010

A Poem for our Condition

Considering the last three weeks' worth of illness through which we've been wallowing

My Frog Is a Frog

by Jack Prelutsky

My frog is a frog that is hopelessly hoarse,
my frog is a frog with a reason, of course,
my frog is a frog that cannot croak a note,
my frog is a frog with a frog in its throat.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Spring has come
The snow is gone
Various Cat droppings
Lie scattered on the lawn

wv: punai
poo is near

Anonymous said...

The poem is perfect but it should say "theMom is a mom that is ..."