Special Elections/Frog Stranglers

It’s primary election day. There were a slew of senatorial candidates for both parties.  If there was no majority, a runoff will happen in September.

It didn’t take long to vote, since the polling station wasn’t crowded and the ballot was short.

Ballots for regular elections are so long, I think most people grow weary after voting their choices for federal offices. Paging through various district judges, referendums, state constitutional revisions, local issues, crammed at the tail end of the ballot–most don’t understand the issues and are tired at that point.

The good part, I did my civic duty before an intense rainstorm hit–a real “frog strangler.” Speaking of frogs–my dogs and me were watching little frogs on our flooded patio, swimming for their lives.

AMID FLOWERS AND BUTTERFLIES

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With red sombrero

Cool purple shades

A whimsical

Metal-sculpted frog

Led garden parade

Adorned with

Mardi Gras beads

Serenaded with

Long frog tongue

That doubled

As a trumpet

Among brightly

Painted flowers

Butterflies–assorted

Curiosities, and

Whoosy-whatsits

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THROUGH THE EYES OF A BIG GREEN FROG

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Sometimes, we humans
Are, never happy
Even, when we
Should be

That’s because
We can’t see
Happiness, through
The eyes of a
Big green frog

Like all green, wooden
Mardi Gras frogs
Named Fred, should be
Fred was always happy
The life of the party

He was a lot like
Another legendary
Bullfrog–a good friend
Of mine–named Jeremiah