Best Amphibians Poems

Frog and Toad were on the road
When they met a Chinaman

   He said, 'Harro. How do-you-do?
   I nevel see two flogs rike you.'...

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How much lower could I go?
How much more could I take?
Hadn't I had my fill, 
my share
more than my share?
And you held my head underneath
the water in the wooden trough
you, gestapo god
and by christ
you did not let me
come up for air.
You willed me to be...

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When life is losing its meaning,
And the glorious colors grow pale,
And death seems the one destination,
Remember the humble toad,
Doomed to spend drier days
Digging deep in the arid ground,
Seeking survival and shelter,
But to be loving and birthing,
It later returns to the flow
Of a resilient milieu that...

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Wash Those Froggies, Wash Those Froggies,
Dirty Froggies Get Eaten By Moggies.
Don't Be Mean, Get Them Clean
While You Read Your Magazine....

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I brought home an axolotl
In a thin-necked ketchup bottle
Then I could never get the damned thing out.

I broke up with the mute Egyptian
Found his code was a crude encryption
Read the story of the life of a silent lout.

Waddlin' toddlin' down the track
End of the line...

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Ten tiny pollywogs
Happy as can be
Along came an alligator
Ate up three.

Seven skittish pollywogs
Beneath a lily pad
Up swam a rainbow trout
They all died sad....

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I'm a frog, you're a frog,
Everyone's a frog-frog,
On a log, in the bog,
Hiding from the dog-dog....

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Options Underwater: The Song of the First Amphibian
by Michael R. Burch

“Evolution’s a Fishy Business!”

1.
Breathing underwater through antiquated gills,
I’m running out of options. I need to find fresh Air,
to seek some higher Purpose. No porpoise, I despair
to swim among anemones’ pink frills.

2.
My fins will make fine...

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POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE 3: EVOLUTION



Peers
by Michael R. Burch

These thoughts are alien, as through green slime
smeared on some lab tech’s brilliant slide, I grope,
positioning my bright oscilloscope
for better vantage, though I cannot see,
but only peer, as small things disappear—
these quanta strange as men, as passing *****.

And...

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