Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for January 07, 2020

Try only when the circumstances call for it.

But … urine already …!

You’ve been rated as out standing.

Never look a gift house in the doors!

Hey hey hey…. Hot news off the wire.

Seems this Humpty Dumpty guy fell. And you being a King’s. Horse can come in and try to put him back ❤ together again.

Woo dude…

But, before entering, would you wipe your hooves?

Take a lesson from your cousin the camel, and start with your nose.

The little package on the ground BEHIND your BEHIND pretty much spells out WHY you aren’t being invited inside.

I did not know Frederic Remington worked in pastels.

Is Clint Eastwood inside? Is Shirley MacLaine? And where the other mule go?

They are eating meat in there. You are meat. Stay where you are.

Neigh, neigh, neigh!

At twelve noon the natives swoon

And no further work is done

But mad dogs and Englishmen

Go out in the midday sun

A sin to say?

A horse named man.Is nothing sacred?

I will confess at the will call window..

Just walk in. No one will notice.

Ain’t gonna happen! You’re a horse, Horse. And horsies be outside-the-house critters! See?

You have a Good Life, well-groomed, fed, shod, maybe even stabled. But you do not belong in the house. Deal with it!

“Are we not men?”

Wish I could post that picture of the horse lying on the couch in the living room.

It’s just the Status Quo.

When I look up to the sky

I see your eyes, a funny kind of yellow

I rush home to bed, I sunk my head

I see your face underneath my pillow

I wake next morning, tired still yawning

See your face come peeking through my window

Didn’t I ’splain to you yesterday that you are an outside animal? Are you a slow learner?

Tried to spur up a rhyme

about a horse in a house

if the one was not a grime

and the skipper in a hut

football hike to pass some time

one horse pony would eat oatmeal

inside moose was loose in the behind

the house covered all bets

and my name is mud cause of a sign

NO HORSES ALLOWED INSIDE

let’s watch headless ballet in orange

I feel like that horse waiting to get into another Frog Applause.

Day 3: the horse droppings began to become a bit rank….