Someday
Shout in a barrel
to awaken the frog
who lives inside,
drinking your root beer
like it’s his job.
Someday, you’ll roll
that barrel down
a hill—bumps, jolts,
hillocks dislodging
that blasted frog,
the foam on his
silly frog lips;
his eyes will be
the size of pennies,
and you will know
you’ve startled him,
made him think
the barrel times are
over, no more
stolen root beer days.
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Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
haha…fantastical poem….it made me chuckle but also there is some serious wisdom just underneath….smiles…
Thanks, Brian! I was aware that I’ve posted a lot of pretty or friendly poems here, and I wanted to do something different this week.
I agree, some fun in here but with a hint of attitude that leaves me thinking you might just be talking to somebody other than the frog… 🙂
Thank you! I’m feeling a little stressed as summer comes to a close, and I think that came out here. 🙂
This is so cute! I love the image of a frog drinking my rootbeer like it’s his job. That made me chuckle. Silly frog! 🙂 Peace, Linda
Thanks, Linda!
I enjoyed this. Frog driking root beer is a delightful thought.
Thanks, Mary!
What a refreshing barrel of fun!
Loving the combination of silly and – if I’m right – a slightly darker undertone?
Thanks! And yes, I meant this to be a little bit dark.
Marilyn, I caught the innuendo here. Cute with a sinister touch. Thanks for visiting me yesterday, I am now just getting round to read others. It’s a pleasure to meet you.
Pamela
A frog drinking rootbeer from a barrell rolling downhill? What kind of sound does a belching frog make?
BAR-OQUE!