Poetry Break: The Frog of War

Hopping about his 5-sided office

Snapping flies on the fly with his tongue

Sometimes missing, badly

Rib-It, Rib-It, Rib-rib-rib-It

The goggled Froggy croaked

Through seven years of war, and then some

But Froggy's best was not enough,

and his war ended, sadly

In after years, retirement years, Froggy worked to make amends

War, he croaked, was not so good - after all,

You Win Some, You Lose Some

Better to tell it all on film, apologize profusely

It's always better late than never

One man's vision of war can be foggy,

And war shouldn't last forever...

But Foggy Froggy's lament was lost on those still in power

They hopped mightily in their 5-sided rooms

Snapping flies on the fly with their sticky, sticky tongues

Often missing, madly

Rib-It, Rib-It, Rib-rib-rib-It

The hopping froggies croaked,

Through seven years of war, and then some

(Frog's Legs, Anyone?)