TO A LITTLE ANGEL

I have just looked at some of the rhymes I have written in the past – they are not all nonsense; but when I get serious I hark back to outmoded forms: 

 

 In joy you were conceived, and yet more joy
Came with the pain that brought you to this earth;
Then may the fates no stratagems employ
Denying this, your given right at birth,
In mirth and happiness to live,
And mirth and happiness to give;
Let nothing serve that prospect to destroy,
Or yet remove a fraction of such worth.

And now for something REALLY AWFULLY serious!

SPAWNTANEITY CONSTRAINED

With matrimony for a toad
There’s such a long and slipp’ry road
For couples to be matched;
First thing, they have to croak and croak –
That Kraken-wake stuff is no joke! –
And when that is dispatched,
The male has got to get a grip
Upon a body made to slip
While his designs are hatched;
Then he contrives to stay on top
No matter whither she may hop,
‘Til into pond they’ve splatched;
Their kiddies come in rows and rows,
So nuptial nights for toads, one knows,
Have lots of strings attached.

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