The Fat Toad

         The Fat Toad

He lies there in comfort
On the cool moist ground
Hunger aches in his stomach
Because he’s lounging around
Some would say he fat
He likes the word obese
His knowledge is arcane
For a narrow minded beast
Beneath a fallen stelar
Listening for some sound
Maybe it is dinner
Ready for the showdown
He sits anticipating
His head it is not hung
And as the morsel appears
He quickly flung his tongue
Into his mouth it came
His lips on it implode
He now lies in comfort
Just another fat toad.

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Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open""  in this poem:
         Arcane...Comfort...Ache...Lounge...Obese...Stelar