There once was a toad
He licked the road
And decided he liked the taste
So he killed his parents
When a path was mended
He found some friends to be friended
But the friends did not match the face he liked
So he decided that he had no friends
This toad cared not for small talk
He did not enjoy long walks
And even though he kept saying this
The toad never stopped walking
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Poems by a Butt with a Dog's Face
PoetryThis is a compilation of my poems. Some are about smothering, some are about God, and some are just strange for sake of being strange. There are other things in here too, but I'll leave that for the insides, you know how it is. By the way, you're pr...
