just thinkin’ about Bubba and the Horny Toad Crafters…
‘bout the times they shared – the sadness, the laughter.
They worked all year long, crafting by hand
to sell and make money for all that was planned.
They'd all been together for quite a while –
the oldest was Bubba – the Toad with the smile.
In pretty good health, he took not a pill -
he looked mighty spiffy, though over the hill.
The Toads had strange nicknames just to be funny
The guys called him Horney and she called him Honey.
His favorite song was right on the money -
Oh, Sugar – da-da-da-da-da-da… Oh, Horney, Honey…
I was reading the Post for the latest buzz --
I turned the page… and dad-gum, there he was!
His picture and write-up were all the rage --
old Horney had made the Society page!
He was dressed to the hilt -- silver bolo and all…
in green and gold plaid – the colors of fall…
lookin’ real good with his silver-white hair
as he struck his best pose on that Horny Toad chair.
Two flyswatters he held -- one in each hand,
decorated with trinkets he bought second hand,
like spiders and jewels – some new and some old…
they looked awful gaudy – and truth be told –
he wouldn’t break even if all of them sold
but to Horney, the swatters were worth more than gold.
Just thinkin’ ‘bout Bubba - how it’s all hit or miss -
and how soon it all just comes down to this.
© Lorene Rogers July 2, ‘23