Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for July 29, 2022

You you you ain’t seen n-n-n-nuthin’ yet…

…ooh tay…

…this ain’t no place for you, algebra…

…ain’t that right, Porky?…

…oh, I thought she said without creasing your buckwheat…

…except she didn’t say buckwheat…

…now. you are supposed to use margarine & butter in baking…

…I used to be a member of the He-man women haters club…

…but they kicked me out for writing fan fiction…

…she’d even look good wearing a paper sack…

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…everything is going up…

…now, it’s buck & a half wheat…

There was a Buckey Sweeney in our class. Call him Buc, and he would respond, “My ma and pa put a key on and did not care about the Grammer Police”.

Har Har bucko.

I’ve never tasted buttwheat. Maybe I should butter it.

What might have become a tense moment at the Lil’ Dufus’ Pancakes and Sausage location at Lillypad and Dragonfly was defused quickly when the person most likely to be the assailant remained seated at the counter, buttering her buckwheat pancake. Police report that no more information is available, in the absence of any complaints being filed.

“Well, I wasn’t quite honest about Godreau. He’s not an AI. He’s a person. The computer you were created in? This is actually his brain. He is a dangerous person. He has a grudge against the Ideological Purity Committee that runs the Global Collective. He killed a lot of people to show his displeasure. He has a terror network in place, with plans and financing for future atrocities. When he was captured, he put up a block to keep us from unraveling his organization. You are part of that block. You are a specific bit of his awareness, his conscience, his White Knight. You justify all his terror and bloodshed. It’s all in the name of Greater Good. That’s why the goons didn’t do you in. They saw you had secured the guilt-inducing memories, all the incriminating details, and locked them away. You were supposed to. To keep them from me. When it was accomplished, they put you back to sleep.”

Buckwheat from the Little Rascals…comes to mind..

When they baked a cake, with a shoe and whatever, went in it,

Mrs.Butterworth….Uncle Ben, and countless other products are renamed….

Women are better multitaskers than men, so no surprise that she was able to continue, um, buttering her buckwheat, while working on her Butterick dress pattern. Or maybe she was designing a house, or working her Pythagorean proofs. No matter.

Bless her heart.

Took out loan in order to buy lipstick.

Lady, don’t kiss a frozen fire hydrant.

The scribbles are a froggy green today …!

I wonder what preceded the ellipsis?

Looks like a spongmonkey …

“Buttering her buckwheat” — is that what the kids are calling it these days?

I love a woman with a great laugh. It really butters me up, makes me feel my oats.

For some reason, I’m reminded of my friend who often says, “Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit!”

Helpful hints on Da Blog today …!

You seem to have a diction problem, my dear. I’d recommend my favorite Speech Therapist and diction coach, but I fear she has long since passed on. Besides, you have that physical deformation of the mouth.

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Its your

Buckwheat cakes, your buckwheat cakes,

Along with crispy bacon,

Buckwheat cakes, your buckwheat cakes

Are what set my heart to achin’.