Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for July 30, 2013

Beware the Platypus of Love

I do not want to die until I have stood on one leg in turnip soup, singing an aria to a piece of coal.

Do we have to go and look under every sunken log now?

All the “popular” girls used to say the same about little Billy Gates, didn’t they? Say “goodnight”, Grace.

I am having my spigots replaced with faucets

Among my many egrets, a bit of Grace.

Sir, you have a fine chocolate wig.

Crocodile’s Log: lunch date has ripened.

So dating Peter Fox is a wedge issue then.

Poor Peter. This one made me laugh, though.