The pond is hotching with toads
Rearing their hippo heads
Their periscope eyes form rings of slimey bubbles
Their throats are blown-thin gum
A G.I. Get-together
The pool is hotching with toads
Kneading the mulch like dough with khaki legs
Rasping like blunt ratchets
Their commas hatch from tapioca eggs.
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