This poem was written Eddie O'Hara and sent to me to add to my frog site. If you would like to see other poems by Eddie, please see http://www.dreamagic.com/poetry/o'hara1.html and http://www.iyway.com/pebbles_frogs_rhymes/willie_rhyme.html .
This poem was illustrated by Roland. You may see Roland's work at http://michelesworld.net/dmm2/frog/drawings.htm and http://wiegran.de/roland.htm. You may click on the images for a larger version.
There was a man who came
Who thought hed like to take a chance
On eating legs of Irish frogs
That croaked out on the Irish bogs
The Frenchman squished
the Irish bogs
Until he found a pool of frogs
He filled his bucket to serve his want
Then, squished his way to a restaurant
A chef there said he
knew how to cook
Just like they do in a French cookbook
He put the frogs into a pot
But wasnt ready yet to get them hot
Now, he couldnt
resist to snatch from a shelf
A bottle of his best, as he said to himself
"Oy know whatd be royt to flavour dem up
Ill add da ohld oyrish whasky, but no more dan a cup"
A minute - and with not
a frog left sober
From the pot came a chorus of The Irish Rover!
The chef gasped, "Well, I naver tought Id aver hear a pot sing!
Da wee folk must have done dis ting!"
He thought hed
take the pot to church for a hymn
Till the frogs leapt onto the pots wide brim
They were Irish to the brogue, and their chorus flowed
Through a delightful (slurred) version of The Old Bog Road!
The Frenchman in the
kitchen, poking around
Caused a commotion on hearing the sound
He sought to lay blame - hed assessed it a blunder
And cried to the chef, as loud as thunder
"Monsieur, you have ruined my legs!
With your rocket fuel, thats no more than dregs!"
The chef in a daze, remained unfazed
In reproaching the Frenchman who was going half crazed
"Our whaskey is
known as a good drop da world over
From Boston to Shanghai and even Van-coh-ver
But I wont argue wid ya, because yer a guest
And Im sure neider will da wee people, who did dis in jest!"
The Frenchman refused to listen at all
Until the chef informed him, hed cooked for De Gaulle
That must have impressed like a medal of honour
The chef was embraced like there was no tomorrour!
Suddenly, the blunder
was a trivial matter
The Frenchman now preferred legs off a platter
He apologized to the chef for making a scene
They drank whiskey together, and the frogs hopped away clean!
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