a casual meeting with the banjo frog

well hello
mister pobblebonk
it’s long-time-no-see
my friend

fancy finding you
just here
where I am working

with my shovel

with my fork

with a heavy hammer
in my hand

but
do not be concerned
I see you there
and all is well

tell me
have you just woken up
from a long sleep

winter was very hard
this year

are you out now
searching
for a nice feed

or
maybe a love match
to meet down the swamp
this evening

could romance
be in store

well in that case
I better rosin the strings
on my fiddle
and you
better get your banjo
and the picks
then we’ll sing a little

pobblebonk
pobble-
bonk

sing a little song

pobblebonk
pobble-
bonk

a very little tune
but it has a rousing chorus
I’ll sing it with you
while we both play

something like this

pobble

pobble
pobble
pobblebonk

again

pobble

pobble
pobble
pobblebonk

yes
that’s the way it goes

pobble

pobble
pobble

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© Frank Prem, 2016

Poem #27: my a*** belongs to the government