Ada dear has called me "Toad!"
on more than one occasion.
I quickly learned to close my ears
with much determination
not to falter in my step,
or resort to battle stations.
For toads can hop off mighty fast
they're slippery little critters.
My best defence is to disappear
and quaff a glass of bitter (*)
safe within my potting shed,
far from Beloved's twitter!
(*) A type of British Beer
There was an invitation issued on Monday "Calling all toads!" - so here I am - eventually!
Oh this is a classic! Such a charming toady ditty, and very apposite to your first share on Real Toads. Please join us every Monday :)
ReplyDeleteYesssssss! I see the similarity, Caddoc. I think your retort should be "Old Bat!"
ReplyDeleteYou know? I come here expecting to find a "Cad." Not so. I find a REAL poet! I like your words ... there is fun to be contained within!
ReplyDeleteShe loves you really...warts and all.
ReplyDeleteMadam Raven - Caddoc is no cad, but a gentleman of the old school. But a real poet? Sheesh! You make me blush!
ReplyDeleteMartin, Sir, - I hope you are not implying I am any sort of warthog?
ReplyDeleteYou are sweet...She said it in jest, I bet.
ReplyDeleteHappy day and cheers ~
What's that old saying? You only hurt the ones you love ;) Surely that's what's happening here. So glad the toad has a safe haven to escape to :)
ReplyDeleteI love the photo of your toad and the poem as well. Thank you for visiting my blog!
ReplyDeleteFunny... you always crack me up. I look forward to reading your marital comedy.
ReplyDelete~laurie kolp
Have you two thought of 'Marriage Guidance'?
ReplyDeleteCalling each other names!
I bet you love your shed! ;)
ReplyDeleteToad can be a term of endearment, I believe - it's all in the intonation;-)
ReplyDeleteClever. I love it!
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