Mistle Toad

I thought I'd share a little poem I wrote last year. Since I've made Lorelei a picture book already (scroll down in THIS post), I might turn this into a photo book for Gryffy.  Enjoy!

MISTLE TOAD

(c) 2010 Wendy Connelly

Our holiday party was all out of sorts

When Mistle, the Toad, hopped out from my shorts

He puckered his lips and giving a croak

Leapt onto Aunt Algae, who started to choke

He swatted her cheek with a slimy wet kiss

Then bounced off her wig toward my scared little sis

Whose shriek sent him soaring instead for my dad

Dad’s nostrils were flared (I knew this was bad)

Mistle clung to his nose and gave Dad a slog

Then took a great plunge—he dived into the nog

Cousin Lil tried to catch him, but to no avail

Mistle kissed her instead; Lil started to wail

Next, Uncle Moss, in his holiday booties

Tried to squash Mistle for spreading the cooties

But that sly horny toad, risking his neck

Sprang onto my granny and gave her a peck

Gramps would not have it, Mom suffered from stress

Down came the tree, it was all a great mess

“Mistle!” I hissed, “Mistle, you’d better stop it!”

And with a tight squeeze stuck him back in my pocket

For kissing a toad’s not the safest of sports

Now our whole Kiss-mas party is covered in warts!