The rain went on all night long
On many sleeping bum heads
And windows bore on patiently
And snakes of rain from a roof
Slithered sounds in drain pipes
All night through rain and dark
There was no mist in wet trees,
Only moist and eerie darkness
And the toads wet and sexed up.
Drainpipe gurgles would go on.
My toads were at love and work
In toady triplets of lame rhyme .
(Reading Philip Larkin poem Toads)