A male toad with a craving for bugs
Hopped inside to lay low on our rugs.
In the middle of night,
Grandma turned on a light.
Poor toad croaked at the sight of her jugs.
When old Grandma saw toad on the floor,
She assumed that the croak was a snore.
With her nude as can be,
A kiss, his destiny,
The toad yelled, "No prince am I, you whore!"
The real truth of the matter remains---
An urn now holds our Grandma's cremains.
Yes, she kissed him; she did.
Her prince was just a kid,
And our rugs are now marked with poop stains.