Your words of hate
I cannot abate.
I’d turn them into frogs.
No more would your cogs
Peck out the soul
Like a stocking with a lump of coal.
No more would your words
Curl like curds.
No more would you hurt me
because frogs is all I would see.
Laughter would rip from my sides
to see all your evil as it hides
in the form of frogs.
~Bullies and Frogs, by Rita L. Smith