For Max And Sally

The fly was in the belly yes, and found therein a frightning mess the fly was anxious to get out so he flew wildly all about the belly of the hungry frog who sat, still, on that ancient log. When, wise old owl came passing by all dressed in suit and green bow tie. She had the latest Sunday Times and told the frog to read the rhymes there, in the section 'Poetry'. The frog first scratched his bright green knee and then he told himself 'I need it', and started chanting 'read it, read it'. But chanting thus requires bellows to blow and thus, imprisoned fellows like flies or other little guys if they're not dead yet, realise this happy opportunity to read the paper and be free. So, out he went and landed on the headline of the section Sun the frog whose eyes at first detected a movement, (of the just defected) strained tired eyes and sniffed around the fly was fearing to be found. So, quickly he hid under 'S' the big black letter, that the press had printed with a lot of ink, which also still, did have the stink of chemicals so that the frog who only lived there near his log could neither smell nor see the fly and he forgot, as time went by all memories of flies for food since poetry had changed his mood. Thus you can see the usefulness of lovely poetry, like this.