An Ode
- Little ditty about the demise of a frog
A certain amount of influence from the style of John Hegley is seen here,
with the slow deliberate rhymes within the lines.
An ode, to a toad
that I saw there, in the road.
So green, yet unseen
as the sweeper, came to clean.
One hop, failed to stop
broom catching toad, got the chop.
Blood flowed, from the toad
As streaks of red, on the road.
Poor toad!
Category: "Humour", Star-Rating: ***
Written by Keith Lambell, May 24th 2001
Poem viewed 166 times since March 2002.