Toad Ode Poem by Hans Ostrom
Toad Ode
toads I know
like dry heat,
look like pebbled
fists of meat.
they spit
and stink like
grizzled men on a
sizzling street.
they're not friendly
like frogs.
avoid bogs.
don't sing. thing
is, every memo
a toad sends
recommends leaving
toads alone. so
i've done so.
oh, I might say
hello as I go
on my way.
that's most,
that's all. toads
I know, they kind
of hop-crawl.
Monday, January 25, 2021
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