Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for February 14, 2019

Can’t have your sophrosyne without pooters!

I don’t like to brag but I was once first emergency reserve for the Olympic daydreaming team.

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pooter. Noun. (plural pooters) A glass jar used for collecting small insects etc; it has two tubes, one (protected by a gauze) which is sucked, the other up which the insect is drawn.

I don’t think that’s what Socrates and Matthew Yglesias meant when they used those words.

Time to hit the dictionary again. .. brb… .. ……. … .. there.. I feel much better now.

One of those words has alternative definitions … and they’re kind of opposites.

And I’m THRILLED that that Greek word gets to keep such out-of-left-field company. Thank YOU, Teresa.

You too can be an unruffed Buddha on your morning commute!

All thanks to Pooters™ and Pooters Jr™ for the kids!

… I knew the Force was with Luke…

… and I don’t mean Luke Warm of the planet Goth…

… free your mind,your pooter will follow…

… drinking prune juice and reading Frog Applause does the same thing…

… John Wayne had proportionally small feet…

… Trump has proportionately small hands…

… I have a proportionately small pooter…

Suck it up and be a good person.

A short time ago, a police bulletin from Beantown advised they had multiple active pooters.

While some residents there practice sophrosyne, others are of a more volatile disposition. Some are apt to air their internal grievances.

Ahhh yes …

the introspective OCD of feng shui versus reality ….

To poot, or not to poot, that is the question:

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous flatulence,

Or to hold firm against a sea of bubbles

And by opposing end them. To die—to poot,

No more

Everything in balance, amen.

Free your pooter and pay no mind.

Take care on your trip to sophrosyne, don’t forget to let it rip and be carefree.

Guess I ain’t made it yet, cause this really bugs me to no end.

Socrates, Plato and Xenophanes, erudite on the path to Sophrosyne, but none shall pass, without a little gas, so when there’s a bee in your bonnet, whip out your pooter and get right on it.

What do we want? Poot! When do we want it? Now!

A Froglandian Valentine’s Day Greeting:

Drifting from the moment to a deeper contemplation. I find a wondrous perfection very nearly unnatural to the world I know. The fact of your drawing breath brings me to a new understanding, a crystalline encapsulation of being, separate from the noise and clutter. My rigid exterior and unblinking gaze cannot hide that within myself, I am all gooshy.

Don’t freeze your delicates off, daydreaming there in the cold, my Froglandian friend! Pooters may crimp your style or bottle your bugs, but a word to the wise may suffice: how’s your sophrosyne today?

Wondering if the illustration is of Luke, the person given thanks, cause if I didn’t know better, I would say that is me.