Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for August 01, 2016

I’ll just molder quietly. Don’t mind me.

I’ll sit this one in.I’ll sit this one out.I’ll sit this one in.Then I’ll shake it all about.

Now the tea preacher looked so baffledWhen I asked him why he dressedWith twenty pounds of headlinesStapled to his chestBut he cursed me when I proved it to himThen I whispered and said, “Not even you can hideYou see, you’re just like meI hope you’re satisfied”-Bob Dylan: Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again

Thanks…where at?

Coward.

So he’s not gonna stand for it.

Me too, fella. There is no one worth voting for this year.

My favourite part was Fig. 5

Tomorrow we VOTE!!

JUST DO IT!!

Later, when her friends asked her about him, seeing as she had actually met him once at that one party, she said, “He wasn’t really very interesting. We talked for a few minutes and that was pretty much it. I really didn’t care for his attitude. He struck me as somebody without much to take pride in, but who though much of himself anyway.”

He’s an uppity so and so.

I sat on the rugBiding my timeDrinking her wineBut that’s pretty much all I remember.I drank a lot of wine.

Uh-huh. Face-down in the carpeting. Fine wordsmith you turned out to be!(Biding my time, awaiting my opening….)