A Poem- on the lines of Ogden Nash

Was idly surfing blogs when i chanced upon this poem:

whose toads these are i think i knew
his frogs are in the viscous stew
he will not see me stooping here
to launch his toads to frog fondue

the little puss would think it queer
to stop with no frogs to toss near.
between the toads and froggy fling
the farthest frog tossed over the peer.

he gives the slimy newts a swing
as if they are some green plaything
the only other sounds the cheep
of peepers pinned and sent flying

the toads are best found asleep
but i have prodigious frogs to reap
reptiles to throw before i sleep
reptiles to throw before i sleep.

- copyright darby conley, 2004