Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for May 05, 2018

Happy birthday, Teresa!

Stay in sync oh de myo heart please. Xxx Ooo

Wishing you an absolutely wonderful birthday, dear Teresa!

Knees are functional, and not meant to be decorative.

The same cannot be said of that tennis wear.

I clicked the arrow, to ensure a brighter tomorrow.

And, “Happy End of Comics Poetry Week” too!

Happy Birthday, Teresa..

Enjoy your special day, Teresa! Happy birth anniversary!

Seeing one’s main spring

And realizing it is madness

One begins enlightenment

What is left is the real human

The awakened one

Happy Birthday, Teresa.

The Dao of Snuffy Smith states:

“You’re gooder’n ary angel”.

Happy Birth’d Day, Teresa.

[anyone lived in a pretty how town]

By E. E. Cummingsanyone lived in a pretty how town(with up so floating many bells down)spring summer autumn winterhe sang his didn’t he danced his did.

Women and men(both little and small)cared for anyone not at allthey sowed their isn’t they reaped their samesun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a fewand down they forgot as up they grewautumn winter spring summer)that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leafshe laughed his joy she cried his griefbird by snow and stir by stillanyone’s any was all to her

someones married their everyoneslaughed their cryings and did their dance(sleep wake hope and then)theysaid their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon(and only the snow can begin to explainhow children are apt to forget to rememberwith up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess(and noone stooped to kiss his face)busy folk buried them side by sidelittle by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deepand more by more they dream their sleepnoone and anyone earth by aprilwish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)summer autumn winter springreaped their sowing and went their camesun moon stars rain

Happy, happy birthday to you, Teresa!

“Ugly Kneecaps” reminds me of a Gallagher joke … “If your knees bent the other way, what would a chair look like?”

If it’s really true (do we know for sure?) … Happy Damned Birthday Teresa ….

Can you clap in space?

Yes!

Ribbitcroakribbit croak.

Frog Applause

Hap Bir Day, Ter

Happy Being Born Day Teresa! My turtles are hugging your turtles. Heartbreak happens whether you don’t or whether you do. Give voice to it’s song and you soar more often than you break.

On the subject of Ugly Kneecaps; I will have to consult my Thurber, and “The Revenge of the Lawn”.

I’ll get back to you.

So, they—most notably the ever-cherished Margueritem—are telling me “today is her birthday! Today is Teresa’s birthday!” Being an easy-going chap (at least some of the time), I accept this as fact: 5 V [61/62?].

Happy birthday, Sister Teresa!

I like “ordinary” days; many kinds of fruit; but with fewer vice-presidents and more ice, thank you.

Approaching AMP should not be a far stretch. And the worst they say is “no” (and maybe also “you’re fired”). I have learned to accept that “no” does not hurt. It merely leaves you exactly where you were BN (before no), and no worse off than you were then. Boldly go where no Comics Poet has gone before!

I wish you a happy birthday but I have reached an age where I prefer that my own natal anniversary should not deviate far from the norm so I wish you a very ordinary day, too.

Happy Daybirth, Teresa. Enjoyed Comic Poetry week.

The sub currents of reality

Dragging me down

Into little whirlpools of politics