There is a Koke in my freezer and a lizard in my tub! Yesterday the frog was living and the Chameleon the color ofdeep rust.
Grown men go out and pursue them the Koke night brigade is on.
Grown men pursue their manhood with a flashlight on their head.
They all must be abolished these frogs who croak all night.
Track themdown, 'tis said 'til every last one of them is dead! They say that where there is one two more hide sneakily nearby.
It is like grown men have lost their senses and have become backyard spies.
The Chameleon runs for cover as my cat intrudes its space A cats job is to pounce upon anything invading this place.
None the less I rescued Mr.
Chameleon as he changed to lime green.
I told him never to come back my tub was not his scene.
Don't take this rescue for granted I still have freezer space You could wind up without a tail next to the Koke's place.
I am not a relentless hunter like other humans I know I draw this line between us and ask you now to go.
My husband is outside now I hear him in the bushes.
He still maintains its a man job as I let him carry out his wishes.
In the morning once again I will find berries for my smoothie and there beside the plastic bag another Koke in a jar, gloomy Count your blessing Mr.
Chameleon Eat bugs and mosquitos without delay be glad you are not a Koke as my husband would have to say.