An Ode To A Toad Named Frank Poem by Susan Sparks

I had a pet toad
His name was Frank.
He walked pigeon-toed-
That's why he drank.

Frank also had warts
And slept during the day.
He was on life-support.
Frank was a divorcee'.

Frank couldn't hop-
He could only waddle.
Frank dined at a truck stop
Where he got his belly full.

Frank was fat
And couldn't get his pants zipped.
Frank was a scaredy-cat
Even though he skinny-dipped.

Frank wanted to get better
So he got leg braces.
Then he met Georgetta
Who he now outraces.

Frank quit drinking
And went on a diet.
Frank started shrinking
And got a whole new mind-set.

Now Frank eats bugs
And lays off the fast-food.
He no longer chugs-
Frank's in a good mood.

Frank went to a skin doctor
And got some cold cream.
The warts are fewer-
Now Frank's got self-esteem.

Frank's no longer my pet-
He quit being afraid.
Now Frank's a triple-threat
'Cuz he joined the Toad Brigade.

This was an ode
To a toad named Frank.
Frank and Georgetta do-si-doed...
To the riverbank.