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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tree's Frog - Parody Joyce Kilmer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I think that I shall never fail <br>to see with glee a frog full pail <br>less lovely than a poem which<br>most must with difficulty stitch.<br> <br>Who's uninspired by froggy frail<br>leaves cheeks livid, features pale –<br>their sale may even make one rich<br>when cogent rhyme spares metre’s (gl) itch.<br> <br>Sage frog we sing as holy graal<br>not trite, - right pristine risqué trail –<br>write neither tedious nor kitsch<br>preposterous or piteous pitch.<br> <br>Wage man in name of culture’s flail<br>culls brazen female framed with veil, <br>In time of need none sex may switch -<br>unlike the frog, who’ll spawn enrich. <br> <br>When frog finds itchy leg is pressed, <br>although he’ll jump, he won’t protest, <br>croak lends itself to joke’s delight<br>where faced with sore mosquito bite.<br> <br>A cloud of frogs is treasure chest <br>most moonlit lovers has impressed, <br>with warble charming much unlike<br>officious neighbours swift to strike.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We rummage words which stipulate<br>fine frog’s resilient verbal gumption, <br>days, grievance sweeping, meditate <br>on nightly summer song’s resumption.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The nightingale’s no consolation<br>except for poets orthodox, <br>for Frog’s flag flies for every nation<br>as arcane jumping jack in box.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Against vain heckle we exude<br>full confidence in frogzster’s mood<br>whose speckles toad – more lecherous –<br>looks on with envy, missing bus. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For toad, four toed, can only yammer<br>in jaded solitary stammer, <br>Frog, indistructible none unhinge<br>resilient, when on singing binge.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Frog never 'toady' has been named<br>while Man, wet blanket, toady tamed<br>will butter up where button down<br>should be the rule from toe till crown.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When Froggy would a wooing go<br>we knows he knows she knows he flows, <br>when Man his future bride would count<br>he verifies her bank account<br>or sperm bank count into account<br>would take when stakes a large amount, <br>while Frog this challenge may surmount<br>in pond no despond - fountain mount.<br>And so this rhyming stanza shows</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Frog more than Man plans libidos <br>Man more than Frog scans, livid, owes<br>to Nature much, denies the same, <br>Frog's glory multiples green fame.<br>Some make frog wince, say toad is prince<br>disguised for star eyed poetess<br>the point's missed since, like instant rinse, <br>dyed wool's pulled to misguide.<br>for who frog's kissed sees mist dismissed<br>mish-mash smashed, swish! - no wish denied.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In frog, amphibia at its best, <br>leapfrogs both land and sea with zest, -<br>while poets on a motor-bike <br>the kill-o'-metres rarely like. <br> <br>One day of man is man the guest, <br>the next the same is second guessed, <br>the hitch – few rich, – most, poor, hitch-hike<br>whose rents are raised with spiky hike.<br> <br>When we, once spent the working day, <br>reflect upon their milky way: <br>A frog from bog to Sevres china, <br>nothing, surely, could be finer! <br> <br>To satisfy the witless diner, <br>a garlick lick flick feast’s not minor, -<br>for leafy legs, sauce swimming prey, <br>some pray to God by night and day.<br> <br>To Frog Intelligent Designer<br>bequeaths a liquid underliner, -<br>through verse liquidity who may<br>attain who seldom piper pay? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Warm blood, inductive of angina, <br>cold heart may mask, - love’s underminer –<br>cold blood rings true to interplay<br>keyed into others' right of way.<br> <br>Tree frog absorbs its Summer tail<br>nor sees his inspiration stale<br>before imagination’s swim, <br>advancing with a lithesome limb.<br> <br>Though poets seek to spread a tale<br>that may posterity regale, -<br>free rhymers copyrightful brim, <br>while publishers production trim. <br> <br>For one, the croak spells fairy-tale, <br>for t’other croaking’s bane and bale.<br>For Man it means the Reaper grim, <br>for Frog the means to female whim.<br> <br>Man, spendthrift, steers uneasy sail, <br>as climate changes lead to gale<br>brought on himself, - his future dims <br>despite his egocentric hymns.<br> <br>Man levers age for pensions fat<br>Frogs’ leverage won’t jump at that, <br>Frogs vilify Man’s petty pace<br>while he glee leapfrog can't replace.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Man's wrong hops make bleary bier<br>For Frog long hops are but small beer.<br>Compare, - Frog logs bog, wins hands down, <br>while Man's blog logs are phished with frown.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And so for Frog we go to town<br>morass marshmallow, glade and down, <br>More ass, Man harsh, stays shallow fare, <br>praise on Frog's ways, phrase none more fair! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Frog through cold Winter hibernates, <br>Man [s]wells Iran's oily rates; <br>when 'Summer is a'cumen in'<br>both Frog and Man hook baited fin.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Though both adore a leafy lane<br>their motives differ – son of Cain<br>flees hurry cane as climate's blight, <br>frogs seize mosquitoes, climb mate light.<br> <br>Should poem mope it leaves Man’s brain<br>befuddled, pawned and under strain.<br>Frog reigns, spawns rannic jelly night<br>while Man, tyrannic, gelignite, <br>the difference need we explain.<br>While Man does little but complain<br>Frog blows up egg to tadpole bright.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">While seldom is the Muses’ strain<br>extended those who strive for gain, <br>when need to feed sets greed alight<br>in speed few fly creative kite.<br> <br>Man, wingless, often peacock vain.<br>Frog leaps, keeps faith, with purpose plain, <br>with vision steady, black and white, <br>no colour blindness creed indict.<br>Poems are made by fools who see<br>too little worth in frog or tree, <br>who bubble reputation seek -<br>inflating girth, declining peak.<br> <br>Tree frogs combine much more than we<br>on earth can ever (cl) aim to be –<br>frog frugal realpolitik<br>to arbor – essence often speak! <br>No toady, - personality<br>defined as perspicacity –<br>strategic geopolitique<br>proects from foe - fang, crookèd beak. <br> <br>I think that I shall never see<br>an outline poem or a tree<br>which can compare in strength of spring<br>to tree frogs frolicsome, so sing<br>their praise, and creativity - <br>they’ve spawned a date with destiny<br>when lice and their humanity<br>will long be spurned by history. <br>Surviving insects’ swarm or sting<br>read Frogzster's - green scene Queen - verse ring...<br> </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>© Jonathan Robin 11 January 2006 and 19 January 2007 - Parody Joyce KILMER - Trees</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Trees</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I think that I shall never see <br>A poem lovely as a tree. <br>A tree whose hungry mouth is prest<br>Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; <br>A tree that looks at God all day, <br>And lifts her leafy arms to pray; <br>A tree that may in Summer wear<br>A nest of robins in her hair; <br>Upon whose bosom snow has lain; <br>Who intimately lives with rain. <br>Poems are made by fools like me, <br>But only God can make a tree.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Joyce Kilmer 1888_1918<br>(For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a></strong></div>