Assassination
Submitted by softserve on Fri, 12/28/2007 - 1:29pm.
Louis B. Toads-
worth shuts
the front door
behind him
in the cool
eagerness of morning,
to witness
President Chester Frogg--
expert on bog affairs
and beloved smoocher
of tadpoles--
splayed out on his
lilypad,
mouth slung open
and long sticky tongue
stretched to the side,
a thirty foot spear
planted between his
black overcoat
and a thin stream of red
flowing from his heart,
draining off the pad
into the swamp.
Not only that, but
between his long
rubbery legs,
guilty like a smoking
gun,
rests President Frogg's
fogged-up crackpipe.
Crackpipes & Frogs
What a nice combination of subject matter! Not something you get a chance to read every day, that's for sure.
I quite liked it. Insane, but meh...that's a good thing.
My real only critique is that there's no chance to build any empathy for the "victim" of the poem. We have two characters that appear in a relatively short timespan, and I don't really know enough about them or the circumstances to care.
Sure we get some interesting visuals and the zany-quotient is fulfilled by having frogs smoking crack, but other than that...I'm not sure what the reader is supposed to walk away with.
I'm probably over-thinking this!
Thanks for sharing!
--- Mike
Mary Mary, Quite Contrary
Looks like you could have derived this idea from a nursery rhyme - or better yet, make one. lol. Love it.
Berri*
thanks for the comments.
thanks for the comments. mroar, you're not over-thinking anything, you are right and i agree. no suspense at all, since i told you what was going to happen right off.