an evening at the swampy – Spoken Word format on SoundCloud
it’s frog evening
happy hour
across the road
at the swampy creek amphibi-inn
preeping voices
shouting out in rushes
about the day just gone
how are the taddy’s going
I saw your brrrnie swam the creek
did you get a load of the legs on…
hop over to the bar-rock
fetch us all another round
don‘t puff your throat at me
or you’ll be knee-deeep in no time
fat croaker
you’re so full of rribbett
it’s just disgusting
crreepp
did you hear about freddie
funeral tomorrow
make sure you wear dark green
was a shame the way he went
but everybody knows currawongs
can’t be trusted
there’s a sudden silence
in the field
the main event
is on centre stone
it’s lola la
extending a long leg
stretching out her toes
wriggling
a rurrurrapp from the crowd
embarrassing
is shushed
as the spots converge
and lola sings
about a froggy evening
and a very happy hour
down at the swampy creek
no-one can sing it better
so
set ‘em up again
brrrrt
yes
set ‘em up again
this frog’s thirsty
© Frank Prem 2010
This is an unpublished poem that has been recorded in spoken word format, with the production and technical assistance of my wife Leanne Murphy.
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