An old friend came from my past. Grade school high school,
went into the service on the service on buddy plan. Been
forty years last we saw each other. He and I displayed a mutual
dislike for anything poetic our Junior year. To pass English 11
we had to go to summer school and memorize and recite 500 lines
of poetry. It was like pulling teeth. I told him I write poetry
today gave him a copy of my book. He said he whipped this up
on his way home. I think it pretty good we also share humor
Ode to a Toad
I see you sitting there
all green and still
poised to jump
To Lord knows where
What is the purpose
For your being?
No one cares
Have you no feelings?
You won't be eaten
Your nasty warts
Are poison to the taste
So motionless there
on your stump
Contemplating what the
day has waiting
I pick you up
Slam you hard against a tree
you fall to earth
On a bed of leaves
On your back
Your limbs extended
Are you hurt?
Or are you faking
Oh my God!
My heart is breaking
Did I do this foul
Deed forsaking?
Then I smile and
laugh out loud till
My belly is aching
Then turn and walk away