From the ditch by the concession stand

[Thunderembargo]

I heard a father toad sigh to the string of black pearl children     Obvious sexual imagery is refreshing and blunt
notions of the deepest toad love,
parting notions.              This rejoinder is logically necessary and formally constructive
He dare not look upon them once the wriggling started
    -lest the tongue-         The punctuation helps to accentuate and define the toad anatomy of the poems anatomy,
  (It need not be said. It had happened to other toads.)  The paranthetical comment shows, again, that this is just as much story, if not more so, than poem

He sighed, “Treasure the tails my darlings.
Suckle the stones.                                    This line is properly poetic as it is odd, peculiar and alliterative
But if the puddle dries up,
you sprout legs quick.  Your warts will protect you now.
You’ll find you must piss in a mouth or two           I like the strength and impoliteness of this line
if you want to string your own puddle-shined necklace
down the depths
of evolutionary time.”

It strikes me that this is more of an anecdote of imaginary story-telling than it is properly a poem.   However, that being said, there is the early denomination of the toad's own off-spring as "black pearl children."   It is quite possibly this transformation of self-reflected ideation and identification which makes the vignette a poem.  There is that and also the general demonstration that frivolity plays in a not so delicate way against the sobering and sombering length of evolutionary time which all life in its many forms must contend with.