Two Toads

Outside the village, near the road sat two. One gray, one purple toad. Said one, your skin is full of warts and you wear spotted undershorts! They eyed each other then to see if they perhaps had H I V. Soon they decided it was dumb to groom one's wrinkled skin and bum. They laughed about the folks who had no warts and thus were, surely, mad. Why would you change the way you are? Each toad is, naturally, a star. They travelled slowly to New York. Where they encountered a small stork. The stork expected I must say a better quality entrée. He sent them on their merry way not knowing that the toads were gay. The stork resided in Big Apple attended there each day the Chapel. And Rev'rend Falwell had decreed that there was now a pressing need to rid the world in God's own name of those who spread their legs in shame. He was (and that's what saved the two) , a little slow, of low I Q. Meanwhile the toads had hitched a ride while hanging from the slippery side of a big Chrysler five-point-seven, which was the closest thing to heaven that toads could ever hope to use though it is something gays would choose. 'twas nearly dusk when they drove in the driveway with a slight wheelspin. He stood there in Bermuda shorts both Texas legs were full of warts. They did not kiss the President because it would have, could have meant that they endorsed his policy a prospect they could not foresee.