Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for March 06, 2023

And this is only half as noisy.

The Safer Seat…

The butt becomes seated for a few blows from Ma’s Pot Holes… What, the size of a stock pot, or tea cup(aka the one lump of sugar, bellybutton)?

Hey, that ’68 Dung Beetle VW is the best slugo around…

Now I’m woke up and in front.

Son, put that Lou Reed tape in and que up Walk On The Wild Side!

Now you’ve done it. That’s all she’s going to think about.

Notice that where modern vehicles have a bumper, he has Mother.

She repliies, ‘But even that has no seatbelt!!’

That’s one sweet cow catcher!

Wasn’t Elvis killed by his toilet?

First, she’s worried whether the thing has brakes, then she’s afraid it does.

Putt putt putt

Get that con-crap-tion off the road…

Large puddles and potholes, pugnacious dogs, and suicidal flying insects made the position of the front-seat driver less attractive, and eventually, took on a backseat role.

The fumes dissipate much faster.

That’s the first YamaHaHa reverse trike …!

I like that blog post “Paul Klee” which induced me to visit Wikipedia. It appears that painting, by its date and style is from his Mystical-Abstract period. I like his watercolor abstracts, his use of color.

In a whitewater raft we call that the “Ejector Seat.”

Hey MA! Don’t forget to strain the bugs through your teeth! Aaaaaakkkk!

Thrill her with hole shots.

Proving yet again that there is indeed a sucker born every minute, though I have to say, if he is saying that with full confidence, what, pray tell, goes on in the water closet?

What a nice young man, taking out old Mother for a ride in his tricycle-machine!

This wasn’t Norman Bates with Mother, was it?

You know, upon reflection, that motorized tricycle doesn’t look so safe for Mumsy to me….

Having heard of the giant crocodiles which infest the sewers, Mother is not reassured.

…just before the stock market crash…