Throaty

Single fat frog croaking

his throaty harrumph from down

by the creek, I hear him and the

water, proud green man wet

and glistening he’s calling for

a mate, he’s lonely but proud

throaty and full of his urge

to find someone and get it all out…

I listen to him, that single

fat frog, down by the creek

until he suddenly falls silent

and it’s just me and the moon again;

That lucky little green b*****d

is getting laid.