The rain stopped.
I stepped outside
& carelessly trod
on an odd-looking
hump which hopped
away piqued, pride
painfully bruised.
Bemused, I turned
my gaze down and
saw on the ground
a dumpy-lumpy squat
monster, slimy moist
skin in bubbles & warts
greenly mottled brown. It
was some amphibious denizen of the bog:
quite disgusting, yes, perhaps even ugly. In
perfect English I called it a BULLFROG. Well,
you will never guess what it called me.


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