The Toad Ode Poem by Toni Atchison

The Toad Ode



(for April)
this was a joking comment on writing poetry when short on sleep (I suffer from insomnia) . I wrote it for my daughter, who dared me to put this on here. Forgive me......


Sometimes poetry is like giving birth,
it drives you damned crazy
when the whole process hurts.
the phone tends to ring
as you wrestle with rhyme,
or you can't find a pen
or just don't have the time.
The words dance around
like kids full of sugar-
my mind vapor-locks, and
rhymes sugar with booger.
But it's three in the morning-
my mind's gotten strange
as into absurd
it quickly does range.
Oh, why did I write this poem tonight?
It's not very good-
it's just not right.
No sonnets were crafted,
no passionate odes-
and I'm stuck once again,
and thinking of toads.
(There's a toad on the road,
the semi caused him to ex-plode
and that is the end of the ode
to the toad, in the road)

2005

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tiffanie Lau 25 February 2008

haha I beg YOUR pardon. its fantastic! 'The words dance around like kids full of sugar-' particularly loved these 2 lines. i'm sure all of us here know just how that feels. well thank your daughter for me, for daring you to share this poem =)

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