Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for September 28, 2022

Something fishy is going on here.

Of all the Gall….swooping down and returning for another helping is total gluttony

He’ll fin-ish up with dessert later…

Roll up for the Mystery Tour.

Apparently that bird evolved a gullet exactly the right size for its fish delicacy.

Row your boat ashore and get spanked ghetti and meatballs for dinner tonight at the snack bar. Movie you and the butt.

Here comes Mr. October, fresh from the snack bar, suckin’ on sour apple Now and Later, rolled up sleeves, home run king, popflyfishballer, shaved his mullet, got an oversized gullet, clean sweepin’ series, nothin’ but swoonin’ from the doe eyed dearies.

Gullabilly fishwife singing “have another” don’t you know the snack bar laughs at you?

Runonwriting tiresmeout andmakesmehungty …!

Slow customers to the snack bar may become the special of the day.

The price of admission barely covers the rent.

Loves like a dog in heat who needs a bucket of ice water!

Try to remember the last of September

When snacks were slow and oh, so mellow

Try to remember the last of September

When grass was green and grain was yellow

Try to remember the last of September

When you caught a tender and callow fellow

Try to remember and if you remember

Then swallow, swallow

Birdie can’t roll up his sleeves; no shirt sleeves on his wings. Birdie can’t swallow the fish; eyes bigger than his tummy (as Grandma use to say). No point, therefore, in returning to the snackbar!

Regurgitate! Regurgitate! Forcefully expectorate!

Grandma told me “There are three stomachs in a cow”.

Cows chew cud.

Fish are biting and birds got one on the line.

“It’s a snap (per)!”   –  Admiral Snackbar

…suck…

…blowfish is just an expression…

…in the ocean matrix everything tastes like tuna…

…Ariel wasn’t quite sure this was how it worked…

…so how did it taste…

…on a scale 1-5?…

…not a meal…

…more like a snack…

Unlike, say, the turtles in #FB00690, this fish can’t expect any outside help!! (Love #FB00690!!!)

Missing my daily ş̶̯̳͖̣̰̮̗̻̞͊̈́ć̶̞̳̗̯̲̠̘̦͔̬r̴̤̤̝̮͖͕͉̊͜i̶͉̹͈̙̭͍̫̩̣̹͊̆̈́b̸̡͖̼̖̥̈̅̆̾̈́̈́͜b̶̛̻̅͐́̃̓̿̌̈l̷̦̖͑̈̅͑̓͑͑̎e̴͍͗͊͘͝s̷̛̗͚̆̑͆̃̌͠͠…!

Seventh inning stretch. Time to take the Kraut Dog for a walk.

Allah ackbar!

Day 2. Fish starting to stink! Swallow it down, please!

I don’t mind if I do!