Ode to My Toad

Ode to My ToadTo you Dear Ted My little friendI’ve made for you a fluffy bedA moss of soft greenUpon which to lay your warty headI gaze down on youAs you hop about your cageYour intent is to subdueYour lovely little Hildegaard The toady gal whom you pursue. Hilde is quick And cute as you are You are not her pickShe doesn’t care to beYour little chick.You cling and climb the wall To show your fiery belly of redYour grasp weakens then you fallI want to catch you for You seem so small.When all is quiet I hear your barkIt is so tiny and rhythmic I first think it a larkBut no, it is realwhat is it you remark?I only hope you are contentas you hop about your cagefor it was for my pleasure I repentI caged you and owned you Without your personal consent.A better life I give I’m sureThan the one you hadIn the store where you wereAll I wanted was to give a homeA place in which you were secure.This ode to you I give with thoughtAfter all who winks at me but youYou cheer me naughtWith false compassion But with the fun you've broughtMy boss says your uglycertainly not very cuteWhy, you aren't even snuglyHow could that be fun?I just look at him and smile smugly