Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for December 20, 2020

Nothing is sadder than sporkless hatlady.

Well! I NEVER! How DARE them scallywags judge me on manners at the buffet!! I just Had to use a foon because the tuna was squishing out the sides, and the egg salad was dripping all over the serving platter. Humpf! And the NERVE of some people!

And we know why she can’t eat any more finger sandwiches. She “accidentally” ate her fingers with the finger sandwiches. They were so tasty.

Who do you like in the Derby? I am putting 500 down, and just gotta know who’s hot and who’s not.

Judge not the foon, lest you be judged, spork.

Appurply punished.

The shame and horror of nourishing oneself! Just imagine, she was EATING!

Tell ‘em, ‘Ah, go reticulate yourself!’ >B^D

I pity the foon!

…the truth is that I have been looking for an instrument like a foon…

…I eat flavored Vienna sausages at lunch every day…

…Beetle Baily’s Onunt Ruby…

…not to be confused with Pearl Baily…

…Ruby, I baily knew yee…

…Bailys with my third cup of coffee…

…yes…

…spin…

Well, no wonder she’s hiding her face. The very idea!

This is a portrait of “Go to Hell” if I ever saw one …!

Thank goodness she wasn’t sporking it.

But is it a buff foon?

Don’t sleep your life away.

Probably not a Zombie Burger.

What lame through yonder comic breaks? Foon you? I hardly know you. No bones about it; I mean, keep your digits to yourself, please.

Takes two too foon or spork.

If they could see me now….

Ann Reinking has just lately passed away, and had put on some weight in her latest years. Not saying this is a tribute or anything like that, just that the image looks sorta Fosse-ish to me and puts me in mind of the Great Dancer with super-long legs—even exceeding the proportionate length of the hind (driving) legs of a froggy frog! Besides I don’t know if she was a regular consumer of finger sandwiches, much less if she ate them with a foon. (I for my part don’t care for fingers; there is so little meat in relation to the bone: worse than chicken wings!)

I prolly should append some exemplum; so, here:

https://tinyurl.com/ycklws8v

“De Blasio, at the pizza joint, with knife and fork”.

https://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2014/06/star-trek-tng-and-the-limits-of-language-shaka-when-the-walls-fell/372107/

“And now meet the foon, the remarkable foon, who eats sizzling hot pebbles that fall off the moon. And the reason he likes them red hot it appears, is he greatly enjoys blowing smoke from his ears!” -Seuss

…the only thing that they truly saw was the dirty floor…

…well…

…the floor wasn’t really dirty…

…there where just some clothes thrown about…

…no one mentioned the colour or the size or the proportion…

…but that was long ago…

…before foons & Amazon…

…and bath mats that doubled for art…

On the first day of hatmass my true love gave to me, a foon and a plateful of guilty.

think i know that woman ;+)

Some hidden things should stay away from the public viewing.

I hope we at least get a visit from Vladie Claus this year. A stern evil eye from Grace is probably to much to ask for. I’d even settle for a tadpole in my stocking.

Gone again for three days?

Oh, foon!

Go, foon!

(Day 2. The melody lingers on….)