On a pond in Center Sandwich, New Hampshire
—there was ripplin’ dimples on the shore
—toe dunkin’, foot slippin’ in mucky mud sinkin’.
—Tad poles at their feet were being ignored
As Lulu and Larry stepped further from shore.
“Watch out for old ‘Sticky tongue’!
That bullfrog is as big as a horse!
And he knows you’re in his ponnnnnnnduh.”
Shouted, older brother Horace
From the window of the family car.
Lulu heard a snap and a hard slap
on the water by her side.
Looking for Larry, finding only a big ripple
circling, melting at her knees in a chilling rise.
There he was! gone!* without a bubble or a scream
in ‘Sticky Tongue’s pond on a hot summer’s eve.