Tennessee Fried Poetry

A comprehensive tour of the mind of a burnt out feller living in Tennessee as seen through his poetry.

Monday, January 10, 2005

Where the Hell is King Frog?

Oh where the hell is King Frog?
Oh Lord! Please do tell, pray tell.
I can't find him in any swamp or any bog,
And I've searched everywhere so well.
Some folks point me northward.
Some folks point me southward.
And, except for my occasional brush with a dog,
I never to find anyone, let alone King Frog.
He must live in a strange pond,
In some mystical, fictional pond,
And, as is probably the case with King Frog,
It's cloaked in some pretty thick, imaginary fog.
They tell me to drive to Adel,
A town deep south in Georgia ... OH WELL!
I guess I'll make the long drive and drift like a log
In order to find His Majesty, the "ubiquitous" King Frog.

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