Another Mature October arrives 
And your Frog takes to the Pool once again 
Showing that Bronze Moment on endives 
That same Monument inspired by then 
Now, how is she? Healed after that long wait, 
Eager to join your leavened momentry 
Her hands, clasped, in Solemn Prayer ascend 
Hoping your Form connects respectfully 
Yet this the Replacement your Father left, 
A Prospect extend to your Future Seed 
Will test your Patience; Unless by one's Theft 
Takes her Bounty more than what you will Need. 
You knew all these; Yet to blindfold your eyes 
Whilst high on the Board; A Truth or a Lie.