QRM Or Frogs ??????

The rain pours down and thunder crashes

With loud and furious claps.

Across the sky the lightning flashes

While time slowly elapses.

Water runs over the basement floor

And soon reaches my feet

While in a cold sweat I explore

Why my rig quit on me.

"Of all the times to let me down"

I swear under my breath.

With one eye on the clock I growl

"I have to keep the sched."

As I see the water slowly rise,

My hair stands up in fear.

But flood or not, I have to strive

To get back on the air.

Out of the corner of one eye

I see the strangest sight.

A piece of wood goes floating by

On it a frog sits tight.

It glares at me, I glare at it,

As it goes on its way,

And soon it disappears from sight

Beneath my bench, out of the way.

A second frog goes swimming by,

Taking my shack for a pool,

A curious gleam in its dark eye

It thinks all Hams are fools.

Another try and there I go

With two minutes to spare.

Under my bench, frogs happily croak

As I’m back on the air.

But that’s not where the story ends,

Or this day’s misery.

Those frogs, the first in history

To have such an unique chance,

Kept croaking all over the band

QRM’ing my QSO

While my puzzled friend, at the other end

Thought I had flipped my load.

~ E. de M. ~

Poem from "Lines Like Flowers" Volume 3
Copyright © by E. d M. and Roland U. Belanger
February 8, 1980.

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