There once was a fellow named Mitch,
whose traveling story was rich!
While riding in a fog
he picked up a frog
And now they can’t tell which is which!
There once was a critter named Frog
who wanted a ride on a hog.
Impaled on the frame
of a bike with no name
he now has ten states in his log.
Froggie wasn’t paying attention.
I hit him though not my intention.
Now permanently busted,
on my shadow thirteen-hundred
His life’s found a deeper dimension.
© 2010 Jacqueline Jackson
This article appears in Nov 4-10, 2010.
