Radioactive Frog

Radioactive Frog
by Gideon  Burton


I fed my frog uranium. Bad choice.
She's hopping mad, and I can't say I blame her.
There's something croaking awful in her voice,
and now I have my doubts I'll ever tame her.
It used to be her buggy eyes were blank,
but now they seem to radiate a passion.
This started out as just a little prank,
but something's changed about my froggy's fashion.
Her clammy skin was camouflaged with greens,
but that has changed; she blushes citric lava.
I fear the stuff has now rewired her genes;
her spit is spiked with alcoholic guava.
     Amphibian with orange electric skin,
     the aliens are now your next of kin.
    

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