Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for February 17, 2019

Kewl!

https://boingboing.net/2010/06/01/meet-the-bone-eating.html

(And just a little self-promotion:)

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Snot here.

The return of Ma and Pa Kettle!

They have a steamy relationship.

They have a son who whistles. You know what that makes Ma…

Do they make a passive-aggressive couple, or are they just blowing off steam?

Public Service Announcement : Bone-eating snot flower worms are an endangered species in need of international protection from predatory tea kettles and fecal-plumed peacocks … this is not a drill … your help is needed in building sanctuary whalebone yards to help feed and protect these disappearing organic janitors before it’s too late … please save your uneaten whalebones and drop them off at the nearest PETA Save The WhaleBone depository … remember, the snot flower worm you save.is the snot flower worm you save …

Just look inside of yourself. It was there all the time.

Check the bottom of the northeast Atlantic. Wave a whalebone around, then ask about your special worm.

Sit beside the breakfast table

Think about your troubles

Pour yourself a cup of tea

Then think about the bubbles

You can take your teardrops

And drop them in a teacup

Take them down to the riverside

And throw them over the side

To be swept up by a current

Then taken to the ocean

To be eaten by some fishes

Who were eaten by some fishes

And swallowed by a whale

Who grew so old

He decomposed, ooh

Doo-doo

Doo-doo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guqFqcV4Po0

After pouring tea, I wonder how Blarney Blubbles and Fred EVER MET UP.

Hey! Hey! My handle is up here.

Ma and Pa look so forlorn. But they still look cute in those tiny Tam O’Shanters.

“Well, that’s what happens when you go to pot”, he said, spouting off.

My kettle just whistles.

ʙᴏɴᴇ-ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ sɴᴏᴛ-ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴍ

(I love this word salad so much I want to take it home tonight and make it breakfast in the morning)

Certainly not a problem I’d turn my nose up to

No bones about it, somebodies in hot water.

Thanks, but I’m looking for something a little stronger.

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0d/11/b7/0d11b7a48e88a98520a2e19aabc861fc.jpg

Depths to plumb, fathoms to fathom. Asses to asses, bones to dust. Dive right down to get to the bottom. Be the worm, do not turn. Sonar says embrace the plumage, fleeting corolla.

So? What do you expect me to do about it? Personally, I think you’re better off without that bone-eater anyway.

Cute little teapots, though. Do all your teapots speak for you this way? —They are teapots, aren’t they?

Hey—that ’snot funny!