Three Toads

Three toads sat in a diner.

One was green, one was red,

One a whiner.

“This meal is superb,”

The green toad was heard

To say to the red,

Who replied as he fed,

“I don’t believe I’ve had finer.”

Then the whiner

Spoke up. “The meat is dry,

Potatoes mushy, overcooked;

My salad is despicable,

My praise is not applicable,

And this I cannot overlook—

Damn the server, damn the cook—

There is no ice-cream on my pie

And in my coffee floats a fly.”