The Bullfrog and the Butterfly


My conscious mind

Is a butterfly

It flits from thought to thought

Sometimes it flits when it should be asleep:

There’s a lesson it must be taught.


My bigger mind’s a bullfrog

It sits deep within the dark damp soil

There, it prefers the peace and quiet and still

It spurns the temptation to endless, fruitless toil.


The butterfly thinks this

The butterfly think that

It thinks of things that must be done

Like Christmas Cards and Tax.

It thinks of things at 4am

When the bullfrog thinks, “Be quiet!”

The bullfrog opens wide his mouth,

And smiles,

“I’ll quell its thinking riot!”


“My great long tongue…

…will stop his fun,”

The bullfrog yawns with glee.

And thus the butterfly meets its end

In a bullfrog’s vast tummy.



Or does it?

Now, I have butterflies in my tummy!




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