Geraldine and Lampert, Frogs

Geraldine and Lampert, frogs Rendez-vous'd at dawn, in swamp Bathing in the warming current They concur: We must tell stories! To themselves: ("I'll make one up!") Geraldine found first a bonmot: "Last rehearsal, my dear Lampert Scaled in volume, fortissimo!, I achieved the height of croaking: My tone high, my voice sonorous! I completely aced the chorus Of the Frog and Pauper, yessir!" Lampert, all impressed throughout, (though they sensed some shade of doubt) Soon had found an anecdote: "In the farthest parts of pond, Past the sunken children's ships, I once came upon cicadas, And I tell you: They're THIS big!" Geraldine laughed ribbitly, Chiefly, at that Lampert's bragging. They were having grand a time, In the morning mire, at dawn! A mosquito soon flew by, Caught by both, their tongues collided, And they blushed and, mortified, Sighed apologies, with smiles. Past veneers of insincerity It was both their clamped desire: They wanted each to be the other's froggy valentine.