Dancing in the Damp
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Old mister frog and pretty toad,
with yellow spots on purple woad,
went dancing in the puddled road
a webbed-foot tango, rain entranced.
An inter-species banned romance
had bloomed while toad and froggy danced.
Old frog seduce his toad, too young,
with gifts of flies caught near some dung
slipped into kisses with his tongue.
The naive lady toad was lost
in frog's attentions, and she tossed
herself in love, her fate star-crossed.
Fidelity is not for frogs;
he left sweet toad with poliwogs
and went to look for other bogs.
Karen Tellefsen
kat2@mindspring.com
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