French love their frog's legs delicacy
but it seems mean to leave the frog without
leap frog crawling on belly rejected not
eaten like a tasty jelly
when countless frogs legless die flies
buzzing fill black mote infested skies
because frog's not catching flies
with their elastic spring sticky
is breeding boast to plague flies
frog's not catching flies with their tongues
because frogs were left legless croaked it dead
means less frogs to eat summer swarm flies
soon summer swarms horror buzzing black flies
can plague fill blot out beautiful peaceful skies
so is it French dining wise to harvest frog's legs
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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