There was a Toad who lived in Putrid Ponds When all the names of all the Animals Were
called to furnish the world and its woes With graceful, fine, courageous example-Mankind and womandom, lesbian and gay-to emulate what most they may treasure Of Hawk’s flight, kitten Meow, Golden Scales, Unity of freedom, Peace-alluring Grandiose and gentle, well-provisioned, Handsome, Disco and Maypole’s elegance Then critters, ants, turtles, and Wide Heavens Gleamed, Glittered, GONE away with decadence…. A Croak gave thunder in the Groins of Greed Where none too many happy memories Yield Eggs created Loveless Paternity Abandoned what Toad inseminated… When those the Toad had bred had no Breeding To Poison plunder all the People Toad decreed To add Misery to Mayhem in Deed and so prone to Obsessive thoughts of Need Though Good Toads were known to become Princes Amphibian Lord who had no Instinct,
Charm or Location blessed by Lords of Love Without an Idea Original Nor inspired toward Craft’s Greater rewards, Thus Toad did Yearn of hoarding his own Waste That all and any Being discarded Required disposal the Toad did Taste At meals Toad bespoke not Quality’s Lull Whereupon the Lips of scent that lingered Mad Indolence instead should be the Goal When Beauty, Beast, and Becoming Laurels Such as those predestined to want Freedom In all Being’s hearts and souls and dreamkept Fantasies, “if Only we have But Means,” The people (all aglow) Image of Wealth Might be provisioned to our Progeny A Way to become Human and Free Removed from Bondage and From penury That Each and Everyone will Equal BE “We will transcend (ah, YES!) we will” was sung across the Forest, Grove, and Meadow Sweet And great such Harmony Love would Become A Grand and Generous Reality. So they entertained with justice, the Hopes
Wide and deep the imagination Grew While in the Pond of Mischief did Toad Stow And Steer a Master Plan to Enslave Through This very Lyric and all of its Show Measure he Made in Tirades in his Pond Suddenly as if Edgar Allen Poe Has seen a Nightingale envisioned A Classical Allusion, Hear ME For time is Weary of the Yoke of Toad Here did a She-Cockroach with her eyes See Then as to Lust and Greed, its Main Discord, That all the Teachers Suffered, Bruised, and Lashed While the Toad Lord and his Toadette Stifle With methods and procedures meant to GASH What they could not hope to Learn did Silence For what Toad and Madame Toad ever Rhymed Was only known as Music to Chaos To Riddle every Home and School with Slime That’s most preferred for propagation Gross. When Children, unwanted of Billionaires, And known to them as Baggage Nanny’s Tend, So grow among them, avaricious Cares To plunder every home of sustenance
Of spirit, discipline, and Drive; They Pay The household help to hold the Hands of Kids They never planned to Motivate to Play as when they purchase everything they Did As they did desire to make known Full That their children never had work ethics, They cast a Pallor on the People’s Wealth, Good families, hardworking, united La Cucaracha learned from all of this What her chirps and squeaks on Incandescent Wing that she was developing harness To fly where non suspected she witnessed Beaten, tortured, apple-cracked on her Shell Yet she did run to grant the People Poems Wherein they could find carefully Spelled the Hell From which Lord Toad and all his Soiled Pence Did lay a Trap to Stick her Many Feet And Let her Starve and Prick her with Sharp Stick For that she Lived, and Taught, and So Sweetened The Song of all the Creatures Heroics. The Toad Lord and his Madame thus did Suck Upon their Own words of Misery, Shame,
The feeble home and family they did Luck Remove and Lore deride all because their Name These Croaks without Honor thus to Shine Forth, They dictate one and all must wear its Shield Which none who born into it was of Worth, The People have no Need of its Weird Feel. Engraved upon the Temples of Patience Which Rule in ever-Afters none want For, So the Lady Cockroach spoke with License: A Shoddy Home, A Shoddy School: NO MORE!