Curious Abner licked a toad;
At least he thought it so.
For a moment or so it looked like a toad,
From head to warty toe.
“However”, said he, “I’m not so sure” for time now seemed to slow.
“Whatever it is that I did lick, I’m not sure that I know”
He pondered a moment and then “Aha, perhaps it was a stool,
Upon which sat a warty toad and made me such a fool.”
“ ‘Twas the shape” said he, “of which I’m not
so sure I’ll ever know.”
“But lick I did and shape be damned, I think its time to go”
(And fraught with a frustration due to a lack of fresh ideas, Abner pulled out his meetin’ book and ran his finger down the pages as he rehearsed for a moment.) “My name is Abner, a recovering orphan of the Big Hazy……………………”