The Toad and His Lady
Eileen L. Ziesler
(with apologies to Edward Lear)
The toad and his lady hopped into town
To the beautiful rocky Toad House.
They took some flour and starter quite sour
For the breads they would espouse.
The toad looked up to the tower above
And croaked to his dear lady love
“O lovely Toad! O Toady my love,
What a bufo old toad you are,
What a bufo old Toad you are.”
The lady looked down from her bower with love
And said to her toad just below,
"Let us make merry! Too long we have tarried
We must gather fine art–like Van Gogh."
They emailed and blogged for a year and a day,
All the fine artists they knew.
All the talents of Rusk and the talents in RAAA
The list it just grew,
The list it just grew and grew.
Many did come with their beautiful art
Fit for a king to see
And spirits of artists who once lived here
(Also most certainly agree)
The lovely and beautiful rocky Toad House
Is a wondrous abode to see,
Is a wondrous abode to see!
They dined on quince–Lady Toad and her prince
And a latte the lady did make.
They dined on raspberries and lovely blueberries
To garnish their own special cake.
And under the fronds at the edge of the pond
They hopped in the light of the moon,
They hopped in the light of the moon.