about the poem I thought I would write
it was going to be about angry frogs,
but then I thought, when do you ever see
an angry frog? maybe that one in
The Wind in the Willows, but I think
he was just drunk, or reckless, and
fumed when his plans were stymied,
or that perhaps Frog was often angry
with Toad--or maybe it's the other way round
And then I thought, shouldn't frogs get
really, really, steaming mad? Throw a fit
big enough to stop freeway traffic, loud enough
to disrupt corporate meetings, or US Senate
deliberations, maybe send out threats by text message?
But I figured, in reality, they never really would.
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