Hi 😉
From textfixer
I liked thinking of a groovy amphibian!
It took me back to a friend’s house, where they had a big glass tank for tadpoles on a table outside the backdoor every year. We would watch the sprouting of legs and the gradual changes, then try not to squash any particularly acrobatic fellows (who’d decided to make a break for freedom on the gravelled path) while we played footie!
It is not the game played in the poem, however…I kind of messed up a bit while writing this,
and had to really scramble to make my deadline, which I can explain better once you’ve read it!
Groovy Amphibian Aerial Blow Crimson Boarder Baseline Circuitry Garage
We paused our game
And gathered by the large tank;
Watched the little frogs
Do their groovy amphibian dance.
Her Father was
Half way up a ladder, puffing;
Aerial balanced,
Attempting not to blow it back down.
We turned away,
Left him (crimson) to concentrate.
Skate-boarder hoodies
Acted as our baseline, once more.
Later, the snacks
Were placed out on a scruffy tray;
Us guzzling while
Her father tweaked circuitry things.
The basketball sailed
Narrowly missing the glass,
And, again red-faced,
Her Father growled (the garage beckoning).
Notebook page, in green
Ok, so I wasn’t thinking about the spelling of ‘boarder’ properly, until I went back and started circling the relevant words to make sure that I had included them all. So I did a quick Google search…
No, a line of flowers and shrubs is spelt differently! Of course it is! Arrrrgh! What kind of boarder can I fit in, then?? A housemate? Schoolkid? Surfer…?
As you can see in the poem, I picked a skateboarder. But then I had another problem that slapped me, suddenly. My fears were confirmed seconds later: there is no ‘baseline’ in football!!!
I frantically (there were just over three minutes left) Googled to see if American football has one: not that I could immediately ascertain. Hubby was out with the kids, I had no other lifeline. It would have to be Tennis or Basketball! Skateboard hoodies are not really congruent with Tennis…Basketball it was.
(Thirty four seconds to go, I start to relax…)
ARRRGH! Better change ‘play’ to ‘game’ in the first line, then?!
*Changes word, sweeps eyes over poem again. Beeper sounds*
Who made up these stupid rules anyway, EH?!
Where would you have followed your ‘groovy amphibian’ to? Stay a while and have a ponder in the comments 😛
[Frog pic is from here. My friend did not have tree frogs, but this wee guy is so cute!]
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