Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction / Psych Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Drink The Skele-Gro ❯ 92. All That I Have ( Chapter 81 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

The poetry bug strikes again!

Ode to the Toad

By Shawn Spencer

As I pass you in the halls,

Musing upon things to think,

I can't help but be appalled

By that horrendous shade of pink

That covers you from head to toe.

It's really not your color, see?

Did no one ever tell you so?

Your color's green. I guarantee.

In all my life (all thirty years)

I can honestly suppose

Despite the sayings of my peers

I've never seen pink-colored toads.

Go green, I say. It suits you best,

With all the meanings it entails:

Evil, mold, and all the rest.

Panes of glass with slimy trails

Show off the best your toady face.

Would you like some tasty flies?

Maybe with some Herb of Grace?

Each time you smile, a kitten dies.

That must be why you do collect

All those ghastly mewing plates;

A kindly image you project.

Alas! We know the felines' fates.

Each time we meet, Anuran Girl,

It takes all I have just not to hurl.

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