Ode to a toad. . .
Ode to a toad
and little biddy feet,
and a little biddy brain
that goes tweet, tweet, tweet.
He fibs until the cows come home,
then scurries off to bed.
And dreams of being Monarch
with a crown upon his head.
He sat before them like a toad
about to jump and run
his manner was unfriendly
one wrong question and, "we're done!"
He asked the pretty lady,
"When did you change to black?
I remember when you used to be
from India - years back."
The lady looked him in the eye
and said, "You're such a dud.
When did you change your hair dye
and that facial orange mud?"
Poetry by
John Watson
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