A bullfrog lives in my computer.
He eats all the full stops and I can’t
type a period to end my sentences.
I imagine he thinks they are tadpoles,
though the commas, with their short,
twisted tails, would be visually better.
I could live without commas, I can’t face
an endless future with no periods in sight
and www-comma-com just isn’t right.
I guess I could survive a future without
frogs, though cuisses de grenouille appear
each summer at my local super market.
I ate a paella québécoise in a Spanish café
in Montreal once. It was full of frogs’ legs
and was very, very tasty. I wonder if I can
find that bullfrog and put him in a paella.