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Wednesday, February 17, 2010

A Fractured Froggy Tale

Hectored by the pit-a-patter
of frozen pellets, you might hear
these dented eaves wheeze and sneeze
lubricious comparisons, but
it's a thickly frosted fiction
that their bulbous white noses
look anything like eggshells.

In springtime's crick-cracking they will
however birth a frog with not
so princely disposition:
Hacksaw in hand, he'll eye
your roommate and that footlocker
where she keeps invaluables
of an oddly personal nature.

His plan is to hip-hoppity leave
you red-faced, trying to calm
this panicked friend with un-fairy
tales of a burglar amphibian
who muttered of moral decay,
mis-fabled crowns, and the strangeness
of saved fingernail clippings.

Francis Scudellari



This poem is written in response to Read Write Prompt #114: All over the map at Read Write Poem. It is a "wordle" prompt with 14 bits of vocabulary neatly hidden here. Click the link to see what they are.

6 comments:

rallentanda said...

Well Francis this is a strange little tale.Your poetry is always so elegant (even this wacky one! )Picasso used to save his nail
clippings..but you probably knew that already!I liked it.

The Scrybe said...

Brilliant, again. I truly enjoy visiting here...

flaubert said...

Very interesting little tale indeed! Nice work!

Pamela

Francis Scudellari said...

@Rallentanda Thanks. Picasso was a strange one... and he looked a bit like a frog too :).

@Scrybe I appreciate the visits and comments very much.

@Flaubert Than, you!

Tumblewords: said...

Fractured and finely so. Maybe the muttering of moral decay will save the world. Enjoyed this!!

Wayne Pitchko said...

nicely done...thanks for sharing this