#toad
There must be rain and lots of rain,
Enough to fill the river Seine.
Till Mrs Frog and Mr Toad,
Will choose to risk the night again.
See, Mrs frog is kind of queer,
She sits the same spot most of year.
Amphibifun! An avid leaper,
But home again when daylight near.
Then Mr toad, a grumpy winner,
An eagle eyed reptilian sinner.
He hates the rain and lost a leg,
When something fancied him for dinner!.
But on that rare and lucky night,
When circumstance and weather right.
These loyal suitors meet at last,
As Cupid’s spell is at its height.
Five years have past, they’re still together,
Meeting frequent, sometimes never.
But neither gives up on the other,
Not storm, not tide, nor any weather.
What loyalty? What love? What deeds?,
Take place amongst those silent reeds.
Frog and Toad; he hates the rain!
But love and patience still exceeds.
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 7:03 PM UTC
The toad is looking
for water, its moist **** smells --
like warm silage grass.
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 2:48 AM UTC
I would have apologized for calling you a little *****
if you stopped acting like one.
After the argument...you still continue to be a little *****
but sure, go ahead and turn the tables as if
it's all my fault because you're right and i' am wrong.
You're a little princess walking around with
your high horse and knight in shining armor.
But one thing you don't understand is that if you
didn't carry the possessions you have
then you'd be lost in this world
without a hand.
Little *****
Because you lie then cry for attention,
you seek the pity out of your petty
which has no significance
through the words you speak.
Jul 24, 2021
Jul 24, 2021 at 1:33 AM UTC
"A Country Sunset"
Dogs bound along the road.
Hogs squeal their hunger. A toad
Flees to safety from tabby's chase.
Trees sway in the wind. Sol's face
Slowly hides behind the corn
Sleepily, till dawn reborn.
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 11:11 AM UTC
A silent brown toad
Sits in a pond eating flies
Small world happy toad!
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 7:32 AM UTC
Oh, glorious and mysterious and wonderful creature
Before I knew of your oh so humbling features
I knew not the reaches of beauty in nature
But now I can see your elegance and mien
Outlined in the glowing stars of Ursa Major
Oh, having seen your dazzling sheen
Your enchanting colors, earthy and green
The wonders of nature are suddenly seen
I hear how the winds howl for you
How the lonely wolves cry not to the moon
Can you hear in their voices? It’s for you that they croon
When the beastly lion was crowned the king
They must’ve not heard how pleasantly you sing
For anyone who heard your siren-like tune
Would certainly crown you before the break of noon
Any creature, shark or flea
Surely admires the allure of he
The toad
The creation so splendid and fair
A sure sign that of nature, we should take good care
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 4:21 AM UTC
Happily Never After (the Second Curse of the ***** Toad)
by Michael R. Burch
He did not think of love of Her at all
frog-plangent nights, as moons engoldened roads
through crumbling stonewalled provinces, where toads
(nee princes) ruled in chinks and grew so small
at last to be invisible. He smiled
(the fables erred so curiously), and thought
bemusedly of being reconciled
to human flesh, because his heart was not
incapable of love, but, being cursed
a second time, could only love a toad’s . . .
and listened as inflated frogs rehearsed
cheekbulging tales of anguish from green moats . . .
and thought of her soft croak, her skin fine-warted,
his anemic flesh, and how true love was thwarted.
Originally published by Romantics Quarterly. Keywords/Tags: frog, ***** toad, prince, princess, curse, kiss, fable, true, love, magic, spell, croak, kingdom
Happily Never After
by Michael R. Burch
Happily never after, we lived unmerrily
(write it!—like disaster) in Our Kingdom by the See
as the man from Porlock’s laughter drowned out love’s threnody.
We ditched the red wheelbarrow in slovenly Tennessee
and made a picturebook of poems, a postcard for Tse-Tse,
a list of resolutions we knew we couldn’t keep,
and asylum decorations for the King in his dark sleep.
We made it new so often strange newness, wearing old,
peeled off, and something rotten gleamed dull yellow, not like gold:—
like carelessness, or cowardice, and redolent of ***
We stumbled off, our awkwardness—new Keystone comedy.
Huge cloudy symbols blocked the sun; onlookers strained to see.
We said We were the only One. Our gaseous Melody
had made us Joshuas, and so—the Bible, new-rewrit,
with god removed, replaced by Show and Glyphics and Sanskrit,
seemed marvelous to Us, although King Ezra said, “It’s S—t.”
We spent unhappy hours in Our Kingdom of the Pea,
drunk on such Awesome Power only Emperors can See.
We were Imagists and Vorticists, Projectivists, a Dunce,
Anarchists and Antarcticists and anti-Christs, and once
We’d made the world Our oyster and stowed away the pearl
of Our too-, too-polished wisdom, unanchored of the world,
We sailed away to Lilliput, to Our Kingdom by the See
and piped the rats to join Us, to live unmerrily
hereever and hereafter, in Our Kingdom of the Pea,
in the miniature ship Disaster in a jar in Tennessee.
More Nonsense Verse by Michael R. Burch
There was an old man from Peru
who dreamed he was eating his shoe.
He awoke in the night
with a terrible fright
to discover his dream had come true.
—Variation on a classic limerick by Michael R. Burch
Although I prefer
onions
to bunions,
begging your pardon sir,
I still primarily defer
to legal ******
—Michael R. Burch
Anti-Vegan Manifesto
by Michael R. Burch
Let us
avoid lettuce,
sincerely,
and also celery!
Ding **** ...
by Michael R. Burch
for Fliss
An impertinent bit of sunlight
defeated a goddess, NIGHT.
"Hooray!," cried the clover,
"Her reign is over!
But she certainly gave us a fright!"
The Flu Fly Flew
by Michael R. Burch
A fly with the flu foully flew
up my nose—thought I’d die—had to sue!
Was the small villain fined?
An abrupt judge declined
my case, since I’d “failed to achoo!”
The Humpback
by Michael R. Burch
The humpback is a gullet
equipped with snarky fins.
It has a winning smile:
and when it SMILES, it wins
as miles and miles of herring
excite its fearsome grins.
So beware, unwary whalers,
lest you drown, sans feet and shins!
Hell-Bound Hounds
by Michael R. Burch
We have five dogs and every one’s a sinner!
I swear it’s true—they’ll steal each other’s dinner!
They’ll **** before they’re married. That’s unlawful!
They’ll even ***** in public*. Eek, so awful!
And when it’s time for treats (don’t gasp!), they’ll beg!
They have no pride! They’ll even **** your leg!
Our oldest Yorkie murdered dear, sweet Olive,
our helpless hamster! None will go to college
or work to pay their room and board, or vets!
When the Devil says, *** here!” they all yip, “Let’s!”
And yet they’re sweet and loyal, so I doubt
the Lord will dump them in hell’s dark redoubt...
which means there’s hope for you, perhaps for me.
But as for cats? I say, “Best wait and see.”
Menu Venue
by Michael R. Burch
At the passing of the shark
the dolphins cried Hark!;
cute cuttlefish sighed, *Gee
there will be a serener sea
to its utmost periphery!*;
the dogfish barked,
so joyously!;
pink porpoises piped Whee!
excitedly,
delightedly.
But ...
Will there be as much glee
when there’s no you and me?
Kissin’ ’n’ buzzin’
by Michael R. Burch
Kissin’ ’n’ buzzin’
the bees rise
in a dizzy circle of two.
Oh, when I’m with you,
I feel like kissin’ ’n’ buzzin’ too.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 6:15 AM UTC
our love was-
Is-
Immature.
But it is true.
From toadstools upturned
To faerie jinxes,
It is true.
And I know, in my spirit,
That your hand was destined to meet mine.
One way or another.
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 10:59 PM UTC
The Logic of the Toad
at the bottom of the slough of despond
ping ping rain drip
the very elixer of feistiness, they say
********
make us make use o'the stuff
muscles are best for,
but virtually
estivation is our pre
servation
we wait on geotime for rain
and rise, toadish
to be kist orange by gaseous
exposure to
you, dear reader, a breath of fresh air,
if you cared to even try
to get understanding with it,
as wisdom tickled your
fancy fashionable meme chain.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
Nature can be, savage or kind
Which way does it go; can it be defined
A young toad was trapped by a sprinkler today
His life could have ended and be swept away
I noticed him there and expected him to hop
He was stuck I could see and I needed to stop
The mower, would and could have, swallowed him up
Had I not looked his way and stopped so abrupt
His leg was trapped in a sprinkler retract
In came down quite hard with a vicious impact
I was able to raise it and help the toad out
His pour leg looked broke, in that there's no doubt
I hope that he lives and heals up real quick
I'm glad I could help, the toad I named Rick...!
Brian Hill - 2019 # 197
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC
The toad looked to the sunset,
greeted it with a weary croak.
It nestled in, starting its night.
Mundane and filled with peace.
I wonder what it means to be
a toad. Green ridged with gold.
Do his hops hold a destination?
Do his tears hold longing?
Or is it blood, cogs, and gears?
A mind filled with static.
I do not know, and perhaps I never will.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC
O black toad,
Sage of the sodden floor,
Grant me your stoicism
As I go my labored way.
And may you prosper,
Consume legions, grow fat;
Yet deftly elude all
Who would do you injury.
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 7:23 PM UTC
I'm so messed up, and so ****** but your magical, and amazingly pretty….
And every-time i think about you, I can't help but cry,
Because somehow in God’s plan, I earned you, don’t know how or why.
Your an angel, so divine. Completely holy, sanctified.
We don't, cant. It just doesn't make sense.
But without you i'm just so tense….
I'm just another piece of trash, throw me away.
I can earn your love, one day...
Week in, and my heart can't stop pumping,
God, i hope you never hurt or dump me.
Blood rushes to my head,
If this keeps up, one of us will end up dead!
Saying rash things and having bad ideas.
Except now I have a reason,
Write a song and hope to the day,
That you love this one, like you loved the one i wrote yesterday…
Do anything, long as it’s for you!
Even if you ask completely out of the blue!
God I'm, so, stupidly stressed,
Being away from you for so long, makes me want to go on a quest.
Need to save you, from a giant spiky tortoise,
Dodge his fireballs and continue on, I have a crazy purpose….
Get to your chamber, unlock the doors,
Being told your elsewhere, I fall on all fours.
Readjust my shroomy hat, and off I go,
To save my princess, cause you couldn't find a Mario.
But i don't mind, not in the slightest.
Long as I’m on my quest, I’m covered in your brightness.
I can’t breathe, or think, without you listening.
My heartbeat, near you, is incredibly crippling.
I want to... Will you let me?
I'm in young love, and i can't flee.
Wouldn't want to if i could, i love this Spider’s trap,
I'm so enraptured by it, just like rhyme and rap…
Messed up on adrenaline, and the way your hair smells,
I’m hearing the sound of all the school bells,
Signaling we must be apart yet again,
But my love for you is impossible to comprehend...
So wait for me, dearest, I’ll save you yet!
Until, our love, long this poem, is finished, so never I bet.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 3:40 PM UTC
Celibate in seclusion
Espouses Spartan austerity
Entombed toad
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC
I went to my bathroom, to drop a ***** load
but I couldn't seal the deal
the toilet was occupied, by the toad, in my commode
I told my family, beware, and keep it stowed
we're going to have to deal with
the giant toad, in our commode
I grabbed a plastic bag, adhering to the manly code
ensnaring the reptilian invader
the humongous toad, in our porcelain, commode
Rushing to the front door, and expelling in panic mode
out upon the perfect yard, and freshly mow'd lawn
the ginormous toad
is now, toadally
finally, forever
gone
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC
On the lake
Sits a toad,
An ugly thing
Three years old
With boils,
large lumps,
And a croak
That challenges
The voice
Of an old woman
Who smokes.
Placidly he stares
Off in space,
And doesn't care
What takes a glance
And passes upon his lake.
He is a simple thing,
Three years old
Admiring tranquility
On a quiet lake.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
the jaded bird took his perch
in branches thick with voice
his song a croak, his beak quite broke
a lovely sight, though unlovely noise
a plumed up bird, dressed in furs
cut into his space
she sang quite sweet, high and neat
sang right into his face
the jaded bird, of course, was hurt
by that most spiteful act
he moaned in pain, never sang again
until a finger tapped his back
a timely toad, brown and slowed
eyes blinking with slime
opened his mouth, north to south
and took his merry time
he sang a sound that squelched around
his throat before release
then he bellowed loud, and sore and proud
and the bird fell to his knees
the toad taught the bird, who listened, who heard
who was patient, feathers bristling
they sang together, sung for forever
and never cared about who was listening
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
It got to the point where we just ******
No snake oil arguments,
No cookie batter eating binges, no street corner improv,
No cold, crazy, middle of the day, psychopath silence,
No clink, clank sulking,
No cuckoldry tears over the kitchen sink.
It was as if we secretly decided,
To pound each other to death,
Or die trying.
Why is this so enjoyable.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC