Categories
micro poetry

Ode to a Toad

This is more like a limerick than a haiku.


An ode to a toad

Who calls out from his abode

To his wife on the road

“Watch out, mama toad!”

There are things on the road that rumble and run.

Things that will squish you to dry in the sun

Let’s not forget our marital roles.

What would I do with 100 tadpoles?

By davidsdailydose

I'm just a regular guy who was
tempted to lose all hope but did not. It was God who made the difference.

2 replies on “Ode to a Toad”

Comments are closed.