Good Moaning

On a mildly grumpy morning
the Widow Wyile packed
a little picnic in a kerchief
laced through with a sash
and slung it bandolier-like
across her back 

She headed out the door
down the drive
onto the road
around the bend
then off the map
into the wood
down some track
to go a-visiting with
her old friend Toad 

Unsurprisingly, Frog was already
in the kitchen
whistling and making tea
Toad was rocking on the porch
moaning softly to himself 

Good morning Toad, said the widow
Oh, hello hello WidWyile, yes
I suppose it is good
and getting better now
you are here
but I am out of sorts today.
You are? How good. Me too. So
I came looking for company.
Let us moan together for a bit then
before Frog brings out the tea
and his jolly company