Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Toad

I think that I shall never see

A poem as ugly as a toad,

Like the last one written by me

That was just a judgmental ode,

When I happened on a toad that

Had somehow hopped upon its way

Into my private habitat,

And put an ugly on my day.

How could I get rid of this pest?

Touching could cause warts I had heard.

Place in a bucket I found best.

It winked at me - cute be the word.

My next poem is in pursuit

Of rhyming on a toad that's cute.