Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for March 29, 2019

LAME it on me, bro!

Spare lame?

Are you taking or giving?

Tearably lame.

A request by the Dame of Lame?

There’s surely no shame

in taking a bit of lame

But then there’s no fame

Unless you have all of the lame.

But your greed you must tame

So others share the lame

And play this noble game

of the totally lame.

But I’m just the little boy who lives in the lame. Hence, the lame brain. I will be a citizen of your galaxy anytime, sir.

Hanging a similar posting that says, “Feel The Love” results in a visit from the vice squad.

IF YOU THINK YOU’RE MAN ENOUGH

this kind of smarts

use w/ caution

extra extra, extra lame

kinda jumps out at a guy

I would take a lame, but, but, butt

honey is that a new harebrain?

is it loud enough in here?

a number of curious observers ignore what’s pinned on the bulletin bored board

No, thanks. I already have more than I need.

I see you’re minus two on the lame count.

Nice of you to lift the cryptic thing this time, Teresa.

sorry guys, I’m going to have to grab the whole sheet.

I like to operate with lameness in reserve

I have enough, thank you.

A new meaning to “tearing off a piece.”

I’ve been indoctrinated so thoroughly that I feel guilty about not being able to give it up for Lent.

Take a lame, give a lame.

Life in the fast lame

Surely make you lose your mind

Life in the fast lame, yeah

Not, what you can do for your lame,

it is what your lame can do for you.

Stay in your own lame.

sorry nopassing allowed on the highway to Highway to lame

T – if this is supposed to be reverse psychology, it’s not working – D

I am wary of this lame, so neatly penned upon post-it note, x-acto knife exit of two. Concise minimalist offering. This very un-lame lame, palsying into meta-lame… then again, I never meta lame I didn’t like, and who am I to look a gift lamehorse in the mouth? Someone take me out back and shoot me. I been hypnotized.

Please take some lame

after all, it is the name of the game

lame around the house the rest of your life

you’re 18 and you can be my wife,

be my motorcycle mamma

and you’ll see the lame from my Harley.

I need a heaping big dose of daily Lame, not one of those piddly little tear-offs!

This is a lame excuse for more lame.

I’m in the fast lame lane!

Coals to Newcastle.