Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for November 13, 2022

repeat, repeat, repeat…

pitta means parrot, I think.

Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight! Who’s a pretty boy? Helloooo! Whatcha doin’?

Oh no, you are NOT going to make me Google the definition of another word!

another word… another word… another word. Get where this is going? Repeating a phrase or parroting words.

Now when he says “in a sentence”…

Is he a judge?

And wasn’t that it a song?

“I wanna get psittical, psittical…

Let’s get into psittical…"

put it on a pizza pizza pizza

Just look to the Orange Screechweasel as a model, you’ll do just fine.

He’s on a roll, just needs a verb, a verb, a verb.

Buy a company that makes shampoo and go crazy with the instructions for use?

Bluto did it, Bluto did it, Bluto did it.

After finishing up for the day, I stopped in at the tap for an evening bracer, where I encountered an old friend, R-. After a bit of catching up, I related to R- my recent experience. R- was immediately animated by the tale, relating how he had also experienced one of these “echo of reality” days, where one just goes through the motions without any joy or substantial engagement. He had, in fact, just recently made a discovery in that area, or so he said. As it turned out, his discovery was a friend who dabbled in all sorts of Woo-Hoo nonsense. He invited me to visit this friend with him that very evening. As I had nothing pressing, and always enjoyed deflating charlatans with my keen analytical mind, I agreed to the appointment.

Abba-Dee abba-Dee abba-Dee …that’s all Folks! ☺️

I’m Henry the 8th avenue and radiation second verse same as the first little bit louder a little bit worse..

Clicks her heels then thinks to herself, ’There’s no place like home’.

Psitt on it …!

( 2 connotations possumumble)

Owner: There, he moved!

Mr. Praline: No, he didn’t, that was you hitting the cage!

Owner: I never!

Mr. Praline: Yes, you did!

Owner: I never, never did anything…

Mr. Praline: (yelling and hitting the cage repeatedly) ‘ELLO POLLY! Testing! Testing! Testing! Testing! This is your nine o’clock alarm call!

(Takes parrot out of the cage and thumps its head on the counter. Throws it up in the air and watches it plummet to the floor.)

Mr. Praline: Now that’s what I call a dead parrot.

Owner: No, no… No, ’e’s stunned!

Mr. Praline: STUNNED?!?

Owner: Yeah! You stunned him, just as he was wakin’ up! Norwegian Blues stun easily, major.

Psittacism in the service of witticism, that’s what we all strive for.

Why don’t you all f-fade away (talkin’ ’bout my generation)

And don’t try to dig what we all s-s-say (talkin’ ’bout my generation)

People try to put us d-down (talkin’ ’bout my generation)

Just because we g-g-get around (talkin’ ’bout my generation)

Things they do look awful c-c-cold (talkin’ ’bout my generation)

Yeah, I hope I die before I get old (talkin’ ’bout my generation)

…surprise, surprise, surprise, that’s not my finger, either…

…number 9…

….number 9…

…number 9…

…if I told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times…

…I will not repeat myself…

…p.s. …

…ittacism…

…ittacism…

…ittacism…

Chug chug chug chug alug.

For the last time set your psittacism down.

Ask Zippy the Pinhead if we are having fun yet, having fun yet, having fun yet.

Think crackers.

She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me not. Ain’t it a pity. Yes dear…

Re Blog:

My urination is, for the most part, quite accurate, but I admit my elegance could use some work. Any suggestions?

I’m sorry; I wasn’t paying attention. Please repeat, repeat, repeat….

Hello, and how did you find yourself this morning?

Well, I just rolled back the sheets, and there I was

When Mr. Slater’s parrot says, “Hello!”

A geezer likes to get one on the go

We hope to hear him swear

We love to hear him squeak

We like to see him biting fingers in his horny beak

Sometimes he wants to whistle through his nose

Whilst picking up a peanut with his toes

If Johnny Morris had him on his show

You’d hear the Fuhrer’s favorite say, “HELLO!”

Hello… Hello…

…do earworms count?…

…do they even have the capacity to count?…

…some scientists say that we are in an infinity loop…

…others…that there are infinite different us’s(?)

…there are worlds were the candy man can’t…

…and we didn’t get stuck on this island…

…but it was filled with gold and black gold…

…and Ginger was the Professor…

…the Professor was Ginger…

…and Mary Anne competed in beauty pageants…

…and Mr. Howell didn’t walk in on her while she was dressing every morning…

…and pantyhose were popular again…

…and Ol’ Yellar didn’t die…

…and didn’t turn into that dang zombie at the end…

…and the lame walked…

…towards Frog Applause like it was the light at the end of the tunnel…

…repeats seemed new…

…and Netflix still came in an envelope…

…tastes like butter…

…amen…

…let’s eat…