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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576580" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Greenie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A frog, dark green, sat in the gutter<br>and waited for the frightened flutter<br>of insects native to these parts.<br>He heard, that evening, just farts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had been raised by his grandmother<br>together with a younger brother.<br>His mom had died when she was two<br>inside the cistern of a loo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The plumber had installed within<br>and fastened by a stainless pin<br>a reservoir that would dispense<br>blue liquid here to recompense</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for odours, stains and other matters<br>like flying pieces, even splatters.<br>Yet no one had observed the critter<br>who spent her days inside the shitter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her skin was green, she was depressed<br>although with man and children blessed.<br>Postpartum blues had been the rumour, <br>her neighbour whispered the word tumour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was in somewhat of a trance<br>and took the first and final chance<br>drank Mrs. Stewart's liquid blue<br>and found her private Waterloo. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I digress, back to emissions<br>they sound in insects like small fissions, <br>though frogs can never ascertain<br>if creatures on the windowpane</div><div style="margin:10px 0">are moving, ready to be guzzled<br>or if their rectum is unmuzzled.<br>The flutter is what Nature chose<br>it is a way to diagnose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A thunderbolt now shook the city<br>what follows really was a pity.<br>A huge white bird with bright red feet<br>reached up and grabbed, to taste and eat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the frog, our hero who had not<br>hatched from his mother's rooftop cot.<br>Still mourning noisily her death, <br>he took a long and final breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stork, who had no true compassion<br>raised up his beak in normal fashion.<br>But when he opened up his gizzard<br>the frog became a panicked wizard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He grabbed and held with sweaty hands<br>the neck below the spittle glands, <br>and squeezed the red and straining tube<br>which had been filled with mucoid lube </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to properly facilitate<br>the frog into an altered state.<br>Now picture this, and bear with me<br>can you imagine, do you see</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the stork, who was the cruel brute, <br>was thus deprived of his own shute! <br>They struggled on right until Dawn<br>until the insects all had gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The frog, like all our living souls<br>had dreams and principles and goals.<br>His body though was only free<br>to breathe and live with ATP.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now ATP is what each cell<br>consumes, if not it goes to Hell.<br>There is, in humans and in frogs<br>a limit, meaning strength then bogs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and falters badly for a while<br>perhaps for just another mile.<br>Then comes the end and you will die.<br>And this now faced the dark green guy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He prayed in silence as he knew<br>that there was nothing else to do.<br>But, he might hold that iron grip<br>until he would abandon ship.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That moment saw a flying moth<br>which looked a bit like Bilroth cloth, <br>raise lazily from in the gutter<br>and stretch its double wings to flutter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They all could see this insect had<br>slept in or else it was quite mad.<br>It flew straight in the stork's white face<br>a Northern Kamikaze ace! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, hold your horses, reader dear, <br>big bird had never been in fear<br>until this unexpected thing<br>with hair and gristle, double wing, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">came out of nowhere as he tried<br>to get that bloomin' frog inside.<br>He jumped, propelled by spindly legs<br>and dropped enroute two dozen eggs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He also dropped the little one<br>who quickly landed, then to run<br>and hide behind the house of Rover<br>still panting, happy it was over.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This woke big Rover who'd been sleeping<br>he heard the frog's hysteric weeping<br>and, being kind, he said hey Greenie, <br>come here I'm friendly, not a meanie, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">so frog went over and was seated<br>and told the dog he was depleted<br>and that the incident had been<br>a miracle. He'd saved his skin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dog began to scratch and fuss<br>and they spent hours to discuss<br>how to avoid a new disaster.<br>Then Rover said, 'I am the master, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do propose you change your diet, <br>I also think it quite a riot<br>how anyone can eat those things<br>with spider legs and see through wings! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If you reform your dangerous ways<br>it is unlikely that the gaze <br>of any bird will ever see<br>you as a victim. Stay with me! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They did get on like long lost lovers<br>and Rover shared his velvet covers, <br>so both stayed warm during the night<br>and in the morning, at first light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the Master of the house would bring<br>some dog chow plus a chicken wing, <br>and gravy made from marrow bones<br>dessert was two small ice cream cones.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was enough for both of course, <br>and Master said 'well you old horse, <br>you found a friend, perhaps for life, <br>let me go in and tell the wife.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They all were happy and contented, <br>the stork though walked around demented.****<br>He never did recover fully<br>or act as terrorist and bully.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, I for one am gratified <br>that Rover took the button-eyed<br>and down and out and almost dead<br>green frog as mate into his bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As friendship is becoming rare<br>we need to cuddle and to share.<br>Some day there may not be a friend<br>to share our doghouse, in the end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Herbert+Nehrlich">Herbert Nehrlich</a><div class=q>
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and waited for the frightened flutter
of insects native to these parts.
He heard, that evening, just farts.

He had been raised by his grandmother
together with a younger brother.
His mom had died when she was..."></div>
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