*A female bullfrog can discharge up to 4 000 eggs in the breeding pool.
This poem is a parody of political egos and excesses.
The Swampy Songs Of Bull-something
In a fabulous farmstead in Fulunye
I saw peafowls: a muster of peacocks,
a cluster of peahens and peachicks.
What a colorful and cute sight.
As I was passing through a swamp,
I was held by the bullfrogs’ croaks,
their sounds chilled me to the bone.
As if they had emerged from their snug dens
to entice females or to breed, they made deep
bellows, what an uproar-breeding pool, it was!
Tell you what, those carnivores that devour
birds and other frogs – inflated their saggy bodies
as if famished to inflict severe, aggressive bites.
Did some susceptible females enter the pool
and then rhumba with the dominant bullfrog?
Punters, who purchases their bullshit album?
