I wrote the following on the back of receipts while I was cashiering at Target. That fact doesn’t relate to the poem in anyway, other than to say boredom can be inspiring.

A Peruvian frog
hopped on my lap
and croaked “Hello chap!”
“What’s shakin’?”

I looked into his beady eyes
He smiled and said, “You be surprised?”
“Well, no” I replied.

Then he did a somersault.
I yawned.

He stuck out his hand
An ampersand
Tattooed in lavender;
I showed him mine.

“What’s it take?”
The frog inquired.
I just stared up at the sky
and smiled.

I thought he got it when he sat
Quietly, upon my lap.

But then he perked his head and said
“You buffoon!”

“I cannot jump over the moon!”