Fascism-lovers,

those slow-boiled frogs keep smiling:

oops a daisy; splat!

Le Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh,

dé Sathairn, an seachtú lá déag, Mhí Eanáir,

An Bhliain Dhá Mhíle is Fiche a sé

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Springtime for Hitler;

More than willing April fools.

Frogs slowly boiling.

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After an age of stentorian coupling

Dots became tadpoles pullulating

Zooming around in marauding bands

A spoon of porridge for their catering

Tadpoles fed porridge and algae

Will grow into froglets in no time

I watched them hop onto dry land

I hoped they would reach their prime

But thrushes and robins were waiting

The novice amphibians proved easy meat

Beady...

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 Our thoughts are squat frogs sploshing around in the foggy marsh of our minds. A croak here, a croak there, then they disappear into murkiness plopping up later, random and undetermined to splosh and croak some more.

Oh! that they were leaping salmon heading up through swirls and rocky torrents, progressing against currents and foam; the fish and river sparkling in the sun. Achieving at last ...

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Sweaty Little Fingers

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 once I caught a fish alive. 

"That's not a fish! It's a tadpole!"

1,2,3,4,5 once I caught a tadpole alive

I loved the little fella and I wanted him to thrive 

but he was too small for me so I made him dive 

back into the water.

1 little frog hopping around. I bend and lift him from the ground. I wrap him up all safe and s...

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