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  • November 3rd, 2006 | 11:31 AM
Poetry Friday - John Bannister Tabb


Said Frog papa to Frog mamma,
"Where is our little daughter?"
Said Frog mamma to Frog papa,
"She's underneath the water."

Then down the anxious father went,
And there, indeed, he found her,
A-tickling tadpoles, till they kicked
Their tails off all around her.

John Bannister Tabb

There are so many stories only you can tell.Tell them, please.


( 8 comments — Leave comment )
November 3rd, 2006 01:57 pm (UTC)
Great poem!

Only lines 2 and 4 are not going to rhyme for Melissa melissawyatt.... what with her Philly talk!
November 3rd, 2006 02:45 pm (UTC)
Actually, daughter and water rhyme in Philly speak. They both have a big "AW" in the first syllable, unless Melissa pronounces "water" as "wooder", which occasionally happens 'round here.
November 3rd, 2006 02:49 pm (UTC)
That's what she claims.... wooder=water
November 3rd, 2006 03:09 pm (UTC)
LOL - I guess we always read words the way we would say them. My British friend here at work and I are forever doing battle over words. How to say the word "poem" is enough to keep us going through an entire lunch period.
November 3rd, 2006 04:38 pm (UTC)
That's a very fun poem, no matter how you pronounce it!
November 3rd, 2006 06:36 pm (UTC)
I love this poem. There's just something about it that makes me smile.

Hey, are you moved yet or am I getting things wonky?
November 7th, 2006 02:22 am (UTC)
yep - that's what I liked about it too. That it made me smile. Nope, not moved yet. I guess what I should be saying is that I'm packing and packing and packing. It's complicated because before we can move into the house we need to get other family members moved out and before we can do that we need to get something finished being built. Sigh. We can stay where we are until February but I hope it won't be that long. But in the mean time, I'm packing and packing and packing.
November 5th, 2006 02:31 am (UTC)
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Who am I?I was born on the Cancer/Leo cusp and share a birthday with Ernest Hemingway and Robin Williams. The similarities don't stop there as I can go from depressed to ecstatic without ever passing go. I feel scared most of the time though my friends call me brave and I find it easier to believe in my friends than to believe in my own abilities to make what I want out of my life.

Who am I? A wife, a mother, a daughter, and even, gulp, a grandmother.

Who am I? A writer who never gets tired of playing with words, even when the words are hard to find. A writer of books for children and articles for grown-ups and many things in-between.

Who am I? A motivational speaker, writing instructor, workshop leader and full-time follower of dreams.

Who am I? Read and find out.

Susan Taylor Brown

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