Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for June 11, 2021

That’s a nice feeling, doesn’t happen often enough.

Not even the Dada of Frog Applause can escape love.

Some collisions can be deadly, others invigorating. Bang Bang, Pop Fizz, oh what a relief it is.

Echoes of the mind … great depiction Ms. T …!

How Frogs Get Applause Yet Avoid The Clap

Breeding frogs are breeding now. O’er the rill, above the bough, breeding frogs are breeding now.

Frogs are breeding in the air, sans lingerie, (no underwear.) Soon they’ll leave the atmosphere.

On the moon frogs jump and hump. No creek or swale, no slimy pump. Next hop Mars, it’s red – they’re green. On to the stars! What might have been…

~ Can’t spell lame without me.

Pay somebody a compliment today. Make the day lighter for them. It’ll be lighter for you, too.

The old man has Russian papers. I wonder if he was in the war? No matter, he can always catalog order one — he even knows the mother tongue!

I’m a rocker,

You’re a rocker,

Now he’s a rocker too.

All the ladies I see at the grocery store are like that! Except for the ones who put on massive amounts of perfume. I take chemical warfare as a sign of hostility. I cannot imagine what provoked them.

Continuing with chicken stuff…

The chick crossed the road because the eggs were hatched and a free for all for counting.

Gee, comical Guy, how’d you manage that? All the ones I glance at in the grocery store just walk on by.

BTW, your color is looking good. A Poor Man’s Matisse, maybe. Could be they dig that kinda thing….

This is purely sweet. Are you well, Teresa?

Every little breeze, seems to whisper Louise….too bad….never ran into to her again….I still reminisce about Louise, now and then….but our first encounter was so memorable….yeah! I remember when I was in the cocoanut isle, she was picking one out and I just happened to bump her from behind, with the cart, and she was so shocked she threw the coconut she was holding, up in the air and it landed on my head….yeah, they had to call 911. I’m okay now but I just wish I would have gotten her number….them were the days my friend…I thought they’d never end….

Grocers and stockers

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… syzygy, perhaps, that I was listening to,‘If’, by Pink Floyd while reading today’s Frog Applause…

…if I were a train, I’d be late-again…

…but better late than never…

…but the truth is…

…if I were a tree, I’d probably pine away for her before making after proper introduction conversation…

…fear of success as much as failure…

…do not project Hercules…

…do not project!…

…I am always better with ‘If’…

…there is no work beyond it…

…screw it…

…I’m going back…

…I forgot milk anyway …

Paint on the arms really reads like a short novel. The cost must have been huge..

Some people will do that to you. It’s a pleasure to encounter them.

Dear Teresa 

Thank you for using your cartoonistry to remind us, “It’s mighty nice to be important, but more important to be nice.” 

Sincerely,  

Rotifer’s Mother

Old news is smitten by the smile of a kitten.

Better living through chemistry

C8H11NO2 + C10H12N2O + C43H66N12O12S2= Love

Let’s all give a moment of thanks to our good friend Hypothalamus.

Scientists have yet to discover all the elements that make up Frog Applause. Is the elusive element 119 part of the formula? Where can it be found? No doubt the result will be lame, but probably not as lame as the new comic, hobbling across the finish line.

Here at Frog Applause, we like to up-cycle. Conservation of Lame energy and all. Today’s poetry is tomorrows plumage is the next days understated lame kittenishness. Speaking of kittens, my dog is the ultimate up-cycle’er, as he quite enjoys recycling kitty poop via his stomach, thus saving on kibble bills. Dogs are underrepresented here on Frog Applause, and it’s a shame as they are plumage experts. Damn kittens, hoarding all the clicks and likes. I mean, when was the last time your dog threw up in your favorite loafers? Geez, throw us a bone already.

Day 2. Some of these talky Old Farts just ramble on, and on, and on, practically forever!

Sadly, I have found no one who makes my spleen sing.   Probably for the best.