The History Of Frog Pigment
A frog is green not by design,
but by his own volition,
it started all with Father Rhine
where Grandpa did his fishing.
Back then pollution was a word
used only by the teachers,
it's what they read and overheard
on air wave science features.
Each Saturday, my Opa sat
down by the raging river
he was a stocky man, not fat
and had a touchy liver.
I think they told us kids that fate
had brought him this affliction
I had my doubts....at any rate
it was a plain addiction.
His tackle box contained the lure
and hooks and rooster feathers,
two flasks of Russian Vodka, pure
a snot rag which was Heather's.
He'd spend the afternoon in place
and caught some on occasion,
a buddy from a different race
would join him, he was Asian.
The Asian fellow saw him first,
a frog of brownish colour,
and while they stilled their urgent thirst
Opa began to holler:
'This animal seems bigger then
the fishes in these waters
I think it is a water hen
with lots of sons and daughters.'
It is unclear what happened now,
the frog took great exception
he raised one eye beneath each brow
to tender this subreption.
He had, from passing fishermen
heard of the Northern creatures,
there was a land beyond Big Ben
where publicans and preachers
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poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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