Curious, Abner licked a toad;
At least he thought it so.
For a moment or so it looked like a toad,
From head to warty toe.
“However”, said he, “I’m not so sure”
For time now seemed to slow.
“Whatever it is that I did lick,
I’m not sure that I know”
He pondered a moment and then “Aha,
Perhaps it was a stool,
Upon which sat a warty toad
And made me such a fool.”
“ ‘Twas the shape” said he, “of which I’m not
so sure I’ll ever know.”
“But lick I did and shape be danged,
I think it’s time to go”
(And fraught with a frustration due to a lack of fresh ideas, Abner pulled out his CRUMBS manual and ran his finger down the pages and began to read the chapter on creativity…