On their wavy two dimensional wall
Peering at me through portholes
Doubtless perched upon two dimensional logs
Eyes bugged out
Like any good frog's should
Be it two dimensional or three
Smiling and looking about
Cheerful though they be
I still feel a bit creeped out
And stealthily work my way behind them
To have a little looksee
Then I feel a bit sick
My head fuzzy and woozy
I'm upon a familiar precipice
Of seeing the impossible
But knowing that it is so
The vinyl printed frogs
They have no backs
Nothing on their rears
It seems that they exist only from the front
Making them the sum of all my one dimensional fears
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