Of Mice and...Frogs

First of all, I present here an abbreviated version of the poem.

Because…hey, I’m not getting paid by the word!

And because…good gravy this poem is repetitious! Yikes!

So for those of you who like repetition…you can add as many lines as you want.

Just please, not near the rest of us… Ahem…

Oh, and even abbreviated, there are a lot of uh-huh’s.

Sorry…

 

Froggy went a courtin’ and he did ride, uh-huh

With a sword and a pistol by his side, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

First thought out of the gate is…actually two thoughts. One, how is Mr. Froggy riding? And two, why does he feel the need to carry both sword and pistol when he’s going courting, hmmm?

Now I’ve seen a few frogs in my lifetime.

Kissed a few, too. If you catch my drift. (Snort!)

And none—not one—has ever been riding anything. Except maybe a lily pad. Or a water current.

True story.

And also, there has been a complete dearth of froggies carrying swords and/or pistols.

I think they would have no problem gripping said swords and/or pistols. But their ability to, say, pull a trigger remains highly doubtful.

And, most importantly, why would he feel the need to carry any weaponry at all when his

declared goal was courtship?

Perhaps we’re rightly sensing some sort of discord between the Frog and Mouse families?

Tragic…

He rode up to Miss Mousie’s door, uh-huh

A place where he had been before, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Not much to comment on  here.

Obviously, if he was intent on courting the aforementioned Miss Mouse, he would have been there

before.

Although I’ve heard that some do their courting quite successfully sight-unseen, not so in our story.

He said, “Miss Mouse, will you marry me? uh-huh

And oh so happy we will be, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Ahhh!

Spring is in the air!

Soft breezes!

Blossoms in the trees!

And a young man’s fancy turns to love…

Okay. It’s a frog and a mouse.

Go with me on this…

“Not without Uncle Rat’s consent”, uh-huh

“I wouldn’t marry the President,” uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Now I don’t think she’s saying that Mr. Froggie is the president.

Although, considering the world's choices in the last hundred years or so, he may be a strong contender.

What she’s meaning is it wouldn’t matter how important someone was (or thought they were) she still

wouldn’t accept him without consulting a person she loved and trusted.

Right?

Which brings us right to Uncle Rat.

I wonder if he appreciated the influence he had over the younger members of his family.

Let’s just say ‘yes’ and move on…

Because…

Uncle Rat, he went downtown, uh-huh

To buy his niece a wedding gown, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

I’d venture this denotes agreement, even support on Uncle Rat’s part.

What are your thoughts?

Oh...right.

Maybe we should withhold opinions until we see what he bought.

If it was something soft and filmy, okay. Support.

If it was made of cast iron or anything resembling armour, less likely.

Where shall the wedding supper be? uh-huh

Way down yonder in the hollow tree, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

I’m good with this.

A frog and a mouse party should be in a rotting tree—far from the usual mouse parties we seem to have

in our family’s larder.

Ugh.

Back to our story…

The first to come was a bumble bee, uh-huh

With a big bass fiddle on his knee, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Nice that the band showed up good and early.

There’s nothing like biting your nails in nervousness as the clock ticks around to zero-hour.

And you’re starting to wonder if you and your sweetheart are going to dance the first waltz to a bunch of fairly inebriated relatives singing the wrong words to ‘Lady in Red’.

Not that that’s ever happened to anyone I know…

Ahem…

Next to come was the big black snake, uh-huh

He gobbled down the wedding cake, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Okay, I know everyone has at least one of those relatives.

Because what wedding is complete without some relative hogging all the cake.

Or shrimp, as the case may be.

Little bit of biscuit on the shelf, uh-huh

If you want anymore you can make it yourself, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Do you know what this says to me?

All the food’s gone?

That’s it.

Party’s over.

Go home. 

Oh, and best wishes to the happy couple.

Kiss. Kiss.

Today is Fly on the Wall Day!

The best day of the month!

When my blog sisters and I get to share with you what's been happening in our homes and hearts this month.

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Karen At Baking in a Tornado

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