There once was a wee little toad
Who hopped on a leaf as it blowed.
The leaf, it did swing;
The toad, it did cling;
‘Til the leaf unloaded its load!
P. S. Another Limerick. I thought this little guy was a leaf…until I poked at him, and he hopped!
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How fun both the limerick and the toad! Bet you were both surprised with the poke.
We sure were!! I had no idea he was a living, breathing critter, and he had no way of knowing I was sneaking up on him!!
Aren’t they the cutest things? Your limerick’s cute, too — what a wonderful smile for starting the day!
Glad I could start your day with a smile, Linda — thanks for telling me so!!
Cute Limerick. We have some little bitty toads and some big ones. I have to blink the lights before I let out the dogs.
Oddly, Dallas didn’t seem a bit interested in this little guy! It’s the squirrels that drive him bonkers!!
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Hehe! Lovely limerick – and sweet little toad! Thanks for something cheerful this weekend – much needed! :)
Thanks, FF. ‘Tis hard to find joy these days, but I’m just an optimist at heart. Glad this little fella gave you a reason to smile!
OMG Debbie, both your photograph AND limerick are so dang clever and cute!
Honestly, my friend…you are so talented with words!!!!
Hope you’re weekend was wonderful. Have a super week!
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Gee, Ron, you’re making me blush! Thanks so much for your lovely compliment — glad my little limerick made you smile! Happy week to you, too!
Cute poem! It is startling when things move when we don’t expect them. A couple years ago, I found a larger toad in some dead leaves on the ground. It was dark and he scared the wits out of me. He was large, but sounded even bigger :)
We had a fairly large one a few years back. I don’t remember his making any noise, but he scared me all the same (something about the way they look, and the fact that we don’t normally see that many of them here!)
Aw he is adorable! I hope he didn’t get blown too far by the wind. I love your limerick – they are my favourite kinds of poem :)
Why, thank you, Lucy — I love limericks, too (probably because they’re just so cheeky!!) No, he didn’t go far — just found another hidey-hole where I couldn’t find him as easily!
I love anything that is cheeky, as you probably guessed by now! Oh I am so pleased he is alright. Such a dear little fellow.
*laughing* That’s tops. So, did it fling him off, like a catapult?
“Catapult” is a good way to describe it, Professor. Sadly, I didn’t think of that (probably because I’d have had a heck of a time rhyming it, ha!)
Oh my gosh! He is willy willy wee, Debbie. Ain’t nature grand? Where did he hop off to? Do you have a pond or a marsh on your property? Are you sure he’s a boy?
Jann, I’m not sure of anything, ha! I guess he could’ve been a she. No water on our property at all — this is land-locked Central Illinois, you know! As for where he hopped, I think he managed to disappear onto another plant, but since that was the last I saw of him, who knows?! He was about the size of a nickel!
Cute!!
Thanks, Dawn!!
Okay, I just had to tweet this! Too cute! Although I must say I would have been petrified to see it jump! :)
Thanks, Bella. Actually, his hopping did give me a start, but it was just so doggone cute!!