Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for November 05, 2021

Good morning to the dyslexic dickiebird.

Vanna, any u’s?

It’s the candy corn beak, isn’t it?

So, this is the final circle of hell. It’s more colorful than I imagined it from Dante’s description.

better than stuck in a piddle

The sudden urges of jumping in puddles stems back from childhood! Rubber boots, raincoat and hat and we were good to go! Jumping, splashing, squirting, raindrops kept falling on my head….

Then home again, home again, to a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup with Oyster crackers, Aaaaah!

U poo in the puddle? Have a peanut.

Alas! If only ‘twere a duck, it’d be:

DuckDuckGo …!

Oh piddle, poodle. puddle! Life is such a middle-muddle!

Oh, cookie, cookie, cookie start with sea!

I don’t suppose the pigskin-purveying John Muir is the same one who put Yosemite on the map … ?

U poooop u

Bird is not the word. Hopefully it is also not quicksand; which, incidentally, is a very misleading word.

Stuck like a knot in the poodle. Mama throws a bucket of water on them. That worked, oh ya a puddle left behind.

If you’re looking for variety, I hear good things about Lodi.    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w0VDnQv-rLA

Kind of like playing birdie-dominoes, or maybe birdie-Scrabble®, or maybe just the Bird, Bird, Bird can’t spell!

It is from Detroit, though, isn’t it?

It’s been raining cats and dogs.

It was raining cats and dogs, and there were poodles in the road.

A deeper dive in The Encyclopedia of Arkansas:

New motto (proposed): "… to cover all aspects of the state’s history and culture, no matter how obscure or regrettable.”

Stuck in the puddle with you…

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