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.
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