For an Unknown Frog
The semi thrummed o'er seams in the open road
The seams, so it seems, where cowered a hopin' toad
A toad who toed the line as best he could
about to be laid low by a load of wood.
Wood for the houses, steel for the jails
and siding, and windows, and kegs full of nails
All bound up in stacks, quite sturdy and stout
Who knew the driver had a bad case of gout?
Small still and trembling, the toad did there sit
With little to do but to cuss and to spit
On a spit did he sit thus curse for to spit
The hopped a bit further, and fell in a pit.
The pit was a good turn, a most happy place
Where lo and behold he came face to face
With the driver whose semi had given him chase
Dressed head to toe - in Chantilly lace.
The old goat with gout was prancing about
He saw the poor toad and let out a shout
"Vile toad, this is your fault" the truckdriver cried
in mid-pirouette. His skirts swished at his side.
To make matters worse, the truckdriver's frock
Bulged at the front from the force of his jock
and caused it to stand out like a lace tent.
Quick!--the toad jumped as far as his legs would consent
Yet horrors! A toad's tongue is made to catch flies
And cause it to land on a wired fence
(Strike that last line--I had lost my rhyme sense)
(And to change things at this stage just wouldn't be wise)
Now, back to the fence (at this point, it makes sense)
The toad's tongue was on fly and what beneath that lies....
| Contributors: | Larry Brennan, Kansas Sam, VM, Sharon, sharonp, Misty A Smith, Edgar, Anon., Sara, D, sharon, mcb, Kevin.A.Murphy@sff.net, Paddy Raghunathan, Kevin Andrew Murphy. |
| Poem finished: | 20th June 2003. |