This hears the continuing story of old Frankie Snit…. He looked just like a toad, but he learned to live with it, He was short necked, frumpy, and squatty, but really didn’t give a shit…
He hopped around his medieval looking town… searching for flies he’d go, see Frankie had a tongue like a lizard, he could snatch a fly right off the end of your nose…
Frankie was easy to get along with…. but he carried a heavy load, it were’nt easy being a man and living the life of a toad…
Frankie had this really bad habit… he liked to stare at the stars…but he liked to do it in the middle of the road at night… and one night he was squashed by a car… some say Frankie had a death wish… He just got tired of the life of a toad... I think in the back of his mind, Frankie knew he would die in the road….littleraventhepoet.blog
