Eatin’ toad, and then
I must race to reach commode an’ then
my writhin’ guts’ll make me spew it -- sick, both ends.
Man, I can wait to be eatin’ toad again.

Eatin’ toad an’ then
growin’ pasty while endeavorin’
t’ up-bring things I pray I’ll never eat again
Man, I can wait to be eatin’ toad again.

Eatin’ toad, an’ then,
as m’ hand snakes down esophogeal highway,
what a mess! Chagrin!
At the other end a fecal flow rolls thigh-way.
Thus I pay …

for eatin’ toad again.
Yet I trust I’ll soon off-load agin –
the wife Ah love’s mistake (confuse crapaud* with gren’*)
means I’m fated t’ be eating toad again.

Eatin’ toad again
means m’ lunch’ll soon be blowed agin --
m’ blighted innards predicate its gruesome end
an’ I’m not jake with eatin’ toad again.

Eatin’ toad again,
means re-wandering that ol’ bulimic byway
or ingesting blends
of Tums® an’ Pepto® to get by. Hey,
I say

ain’t eatin’ toad again
Just ain’t goin’ down that road again.
The wife I love is shakin’ loose her mate an’ friend --
can’t take no more, I ain’t eatin’ toad again.