The Good Samaritans -by Robert Gardner

“…And now, little Billy,
Let’s promptly feed
The Hematoad, a toad in need,
Who lives in a mailbox down the street
To warm his webbed and freezing feet
(When the Florida heat drifts further south
All bugs avoid his deadly mouth)” –                                                                 

“So bring me an ashtray filled with flies,
An actor’s brain, a cobra’s eyes,
The spinal cord of a Judge Supreme
Baked in Mother’s heavy cream,
And then we’ll march in single file
To toad’s abode, not half a mile,
And on that journey shed a tear
For men who’d rather age a year
Than come in late to hateful work
Or spill one precious beer.”

Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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