Conniving Little Toad

 

Such a conniving little toad

selling cars that barely run,

leaving lumps within the gravy

never thanking anyone.

A weasley little snit –

With socks that never match

Doors that lead to nowhere

with locks that never latch.

Your life is in a shambles

your career has lost its stride,

your hair – dearly departed

and only on one side,

Don’t think for just a moment

I wrote this poem for you,

It's just that you were on my mind

and I had nothing else to do.