Mr Toad

By Nell   

One day while walking down the road
I stumbled upon a little toad
His eyes were dark, his skin was shiny
poor fellows lost I thought, cor blimey!

Then Mr toad looked up at me
and for a second I thought he
would tell his story how he did stray
into my path on this fine day

but toads don't talk, even this fine exhibit
then silence fell
ribbit, ribbit

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a story of a little toad that strayed away from his pond