Toadily Insane

cute frog :)

i live there with you :)

and that would be that soothing midnight purring arising from the mist?

don't be afraid, come into my tent for a spot of tea and eye of gnat.

just don't kiss them~

no matter what they say~

or promise~

once a toad always a toad~ ;)

but, baby, he's winking at you......

Too late Purrr I married him 23 years ago the 19 of this month

must be a horny toad~

*snickers*

and he still ribbits on your lily pad, Vivian?  =O

as ribbity as the old fart can

I just don't know but I could use some imaginary right now

Frogs and toads rule

Toadily cool, Robert!

Dang if I know. Tell me when you figure out which it is. :)

You gotta kiss a lot of princes before you find a toad, or is it the other way around!!!

Even a highway is still just a road.  Now toads and roads are never a good combination.

Have I already told you? I am not sure. This poem is like one of my favourite sayings, at a glance it seems superfluous and silly, but if you really look at it you see its not. Thank you Robert.

Actually, both the toad and the garden are real ... it's YOU who are imaginary.  Does that help?

aha!  Always knew I was a figment of your dreams dear.

The toads are real. The roads are not. What do you do next?

I like Tracy's answer

LOL! :-) Funny!

Blessings and best wishes - S.

Now, I see that I can be happy. For you can survive your own darkness. This green poem is beautiful.

sense and sensibility

I think there's more than one toad.  Aren't there three?  Bud Weis and Er, right?

I think the trouble is that the toad was dressed up in red pajamas.  Were it not for that, he might have another lily pad and a case of beer in the fridge.

Real toads, real gardens, is where you live, and highways are just grown-up roads, that have gotten larger to hold more everythings, you know that, right? I also live with toads, in gardens, not roads.

you already live with toads?

darn, I'm too late.  I was going to fill out an application to be your toad.

If I am a figment of my imagination, how can I imagine it?

Flipping awesome Lis, I think I just had my second smile of the week.

(who ever thought my smiles would get as scarce as my orgasms???   oops TMI I'm sure)

What's an orgasm?

as Ms. Moore put it 'poetry in all its rawness...and on the other hand genuine...'...we must be interested in poetry, huh?