Frog

This fetid mud-choked devil
Crawling between mosquitoes and muck
Looks like Grendel's fetus,
Croaking midnight cries and croaks.

Hold its slippery mass;
It swipes and slips in your palms.
Better not kiss it;
It's warty hide could be yours,
Or worse, it could take your flesh,
And then what would you loathe?