Frogs. Frogs. Frogs, they are everywhere.
Frogs. Frogs. Frogs croaking fill the air.
Louder. Louder. Louder is their blasting blare
and there’s no silence in the night. (more…)
The Circus – poem by Red Skelton
Red Skelton wrote this poem in honor of his father, a former circus clown, whom Red never knew — Red’s father died two months before Red was born. Years later, a young Red also clowned in the circus — at the very same circus where his father had performed years before. (more…)