The fly was in the belly yes, <br />and found therein a frightning mess <br />the fly was anxious to get out <br />so he flew wildly all about <br />the belly of the hungry frog <br />who sat, still, on that ancient log. <br />When, wise old owl came passing by <br />all dressed in suit and green bow tie. <br />She had the latest Sunday Times <br />and told the frog to read the rhymes <br />there, in the section 'Poetry'. <br />The frog first scratched his bright green knee <br />and then he told himself 'I need it', <br />and started chanting 'read it, read it'. <br />But chanting thus requires bellows <br />to blow and thus, imprisoned fellows <br />like flies or other little guys <br />if they're not dead yet, realise <br />this happy opportunity <br />to read the paper and be free. <br />So, out he went and landed on <br />the headline of the section Sun <br />the frog whose eyes at first detected <br />a movement, (of the just defected) <br />strained tired eyes and sniffed around <br />the fly was fearing to be found. <br />So, quickly he hid under 'S' <br />the big black letter, that the press <br />had printed with a lot of ink, <br />which also still, did have the stink <br />of chemicals so that the frog <br />who only lived there near his log <br />could neither smell nor see the fly <br />and he forgot, as time went by <br />all memories of flies for food <br />since poetry had changed his mood. <br />Thus you can see the usefulness <br />of lovely poetry, like this.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-max-and-sally/
