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I know he croaks, croaks and croaks. Like a croaker on a rainy day he talks; He croaks, and I hear his prolonged croak, Yet why dry dung his throat does choke? Croak! I know, his croaking is a flaw, But another’s flaw now begins to glow; Croak! Croak! I do hear his guttural croak, Yet why dry dung his throat does choke? Whizz… a bloodhound flies sky-bound. There! a dead swan thuds on the ground; A king a wanton archer inaptly does crown; Aha! this man now proves king a clown. This piece is based on a tale in which a king hired a wanton archer to sling cow dung balls into his minister's/advisor's mouth, for king despised him for talking too much. *5th Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 1, 2020) Oct. 2, 2020 "The Unexplained" Poetry Contest Contest Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire