I don’t like stew of newt and toad.
“Guy, eat the stew!” is how you goad
me to go chew on newt and toad.
Eschew I stew of newt and toad.

No lunch could prompt more disgust—
vile is this stew of newt and toad.

I don’t like you to give me goads
to eat this stew of newts and toads.
I would chew it and then unload
a spate of spew; well that won’t bode.

No lunch could prompt more disgust—
I do eschew stewed newt and toad.

I know my spew would then explode
and I would spew it on the road
a ghastly brew of newt and toad
would spill onto kill on the road.

I’d chuck up what I’d degust:
vile, haute? No! stew of newt and toad.

“Try, please, this stew of newt and toad,”
is how you do a revised goad,
complete with moue—that’s your new mode
to get me to chew newt and toad.

OK then, I will degust
vile loathsome stew of newt and toad!