Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for February 05, 2017

Now it’s all beginning to make sense.

I like my hams cured, and my horses running wild.

There once was a man from St. Bees

Who was stung on the arm by a wasp.

When asked, “Does it hurt?”

He replied, “No, it doesn’t.

I’m so glad it wasn’t a hornet.”

Don’t let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy….Eagles…Take It Easy

Still welcome among the magic mustards of the Pilgrims of the Night, though.

Would it be proper to wear a bottle cap to a baseball game, or is a baseball cap required?

Wash your brain receptacle before returning it to the programming center.

… no longer welcome in the …

1. Ladies’ Auxiliary of Real Cartoonists?

2. GoComics’ Oscar after-party?

3. Buddhist monasteries of Tibet?

4. Mother Thalweg’s Home for Pasta Addicted Teetotalers?

Frog Applause is no longer welcome? I’m really going to miss your work, Teresa..

…is that three on the tree or are you just glad to see me…

…no longer welcome???…does that mean Terry is lame duck?…

…is that a five gallon hat?…no just up to my knees…

… wax nostalgic…

…wax on – wax off…

…the plural of toe ring is Tolkien …

…Pilgrims used to cure Lame horses with mustard gas in wwi…it’s poetry…you’re not supposed to understand it but obsorb it …

“Beedom boiled down”? Hey, honey, what is that?

That’s so? Let’s go!

Bee’s knees please, with mustard on the side.

What are the advantages of a bottle head over a bottle neck?

“No Deposit, No Return.”

Frog Applause is very, very welcome here.

Sea-saw horses will be sawn.

This probably won’t work for you if you are not on fb.

BUNNIES!

https://www.facebook.com/AnimalFriends/videos/10154297763863807/

Do you believe in mustard in a young girl’s heart

How the music can free her, whenever it starts

And it’s mustard, if the music is groovy

It makes you feel happy like an old-time movie

I’ll tell you about the mustard, and it’ll free your soul

But it’s like trying to tell a stranger ’bout rock and roll

- Lovin Jarful – Do You Believe In Mustard

…so that the birds of the sky can lodge under its shadow…

A gentleman is stranded in Orlando’s airport. He asks the ticket agent if there is a flight thru Dallas. She says yes but you have to go thru Atlanta. He says no I won’ t go to Atlanta’s airport. He asks, what about Chicago, she say yes but you have to go thru Atlanta. He asks, what about St Louis, she say yes, but you have to go thru Atlanta. He says,Well Hell, she says, yes but thru Atlanta.

Steering the Straight Course in the Fortress of Lameness, keeping her eye on the road whilst the chauffeur shifts mindlessly, Mother Teresa of the Lame mulls her thoughts (using mortar and pestle, of course, like that knight of burning rivalry to Shake-spear) and plots a beautiful bottle-full of bountiful Vengeance!

Or not.

Sweet, sweet the sting!