Frogs legs

 Choosing up to down

The flag of the misericord

Sighed in the brown

Dead bench

Of old tree

Finding out it was me

The tree

Laughed

he, he, he

Sitting on the ground

Looking at the stubs

The toes

Of paned glass

The friends with frog's legs

The French Hens

After sunrises

And nuanced noodles

Nabbled

In Nablos the Nurling neighed

The ambulances have a clean strike

Foreign Angels of Tax

May winged gild the lily

But still the frogs jump in The pond

And the toads are looking silly

Sittin under slime stones

That will make their homes

HMRC gives them loans

But toads are sitting pretty

Frogs are leaping here and there

About the trading ocean

Hopping uses precious energy

Hoping is their emotion

Panic in the French legs

Decisions

Hold their water

Who but Napoleon

The toad

Would have sold

Them off to slaughter

I'll call you Caine and I am Abel

I'll call you blood and water

First they hit you with a son

And then with an adopted daughter

Charging like the light brigade

The expressions on zoom

What is she thinking

Spelling out my doom

Like the woman on the bus

A witch with a broken broom

I wouldn't mess with thus

Therefore fills the room

Frog-eye

 She sits and she composes her song

And all the birds , they go flitting along

And it skits, it scats and it throngs

With alley cats, the dogs howling too strong

And the train, the train rumbles on

The last refrain, she always gets wrong

And the frogs are leaping into her pond

And the birds are tweeting, while she keeps writing her song

Oh ribbet, ribbet

Rib-eye steak

In the time of Henry the Eighth

The Bishop had his eye on the market square

Looking out for bargains here and there

The Bishop's nose

The bishop's feet

Oh how they grow

In inches sweet

Yet he jumps back in his pond

Repeats, I have my eye on you

Ribbet, ribbet, ribbet

bleat!

Housing Project

 you sing of blue shoals

In deep savannah

You love in new roles

The asleep piranhas

But I am deep scrolls

And I am the Bahamas

Oh who do you think you are?

Singing Praise be Hosannahs?

The frogs on fourth street are hanging their washing

The dogs on low walls are already hogging

The cream cats on the sofa where the couples are snogging

Singing who do you think you are

With all this blogging

The new year is here,

It is what we all hope for

The fire brigade are on parade

Along the silver street serenade

The fountains

Of mercy they are overflowing

crying who do you think you are

(1/1/2021)

Waiting for the river

Its way past the time when I ask for it
Come with the mask that fits
In the second hand kit
But kid gloves are it
In the stagnant pool
Where we sit
Like frogs and think of England

Is this it?
She says jump
And I am afraid of getting wet
Afraid of free fall
Of the height of this wall
I am sitting on

But the water must flow
Somewhere
There must be a river to follow
And I see it snake off
Winding into tomorrow
I must go

There were two frogs who sat on a log
Who sang of the birds and the bees
Along came a dog who howled like a hog
Red-faced it knelt on its knees
And I looked for signs in its face
Of intelligence or innocence or grace
And yet it was wearing a mask
I could not detect or trace

(30th January 2019)