Foggy, Gone Courtside.... Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

have you seen the pigeon toad....
cooing wartly 'cross this road...?
I've come to take him home to tea...
to serve him toast points, jellied flies,
with dandied lions as surprise....
I know you know just where he'll be....
please, tell me....! ! we'll have flurried ghee....
and other sorts of curly mudgeon.....
oh, say, don't go off in a dudgeon....
or in a shay...not in a troika....
there's plenty for us all, we'll feast.....
on eld-mown hay....and tapioca.....
you do look peckish, lissome beast....
out with it, now.... there's a good critter....
saved, just for you, pond-lily fritter.....