[A stone's throw from Grove Road is Trow Close: Stoke's most known toad-zone. Stoke toads don't croak but groan with a low, slow, whole-note, morose tone.]

[A solo toad from a Stoke postcode pogoed the whole globe from Stone Road to Tokyo with a GoPro drone set in slow-mo mode, so the stone's throw from Trow Close to Grove Road was no joke.]

[Though vocal coach toads from Stoke are mostly known for Soca, Soul, Polka, Folk, Go-Go and Drone, a lone, precocious, local toad coach was supposedly approached by The Rolling Stones, Tove Lo, Tony Toni Toné, Joe Jonas, The Stone Roses, The Pogues and Post Malone.]

[Stoke toads' odious odours are cloaked wholly to most noses by homegrown eau de Cologne with rose, cocoa, magnolia, lotus, clove and smoked oak notes.]

[Stoke toads are so woke, the bro-code's a no-no, they don't go "no homo", there's no homophobe toads, they won't boast or showboat: opposed to those bloke tropes, they won't coax, impose, grope and don't go for gross jokes.]

[Rogue "haute mode" Stoke toad-folk pose for photos in dope clothes with logo polos, overcoats and vogue, mauve Coach open toe brogues.]

[For a Yoko Ono promo show, a stoke toad composer ghostwrote, pro bono, a tone row (giocoso), for solo oboe, shō or koto.]

[A Stoke toad drove Togo's remote coastal roads alone in a motor home. With no notable motive or goal, a doe arose from an overgrown grove, strode into the road and froze. "Oh no!", the toad, engrossed in his phone, noted the doe and hopelessly strove to slow the coach but rolled it and was thrown to the stony, foam of the cove below, with totalled, smoking motor home in tow, aglow. The comatose toad awoke with broken bones, swollen nose and croaky throat, and spoke to a bloke with a probe, trocar and otoscope.]

[Toads from Stoke are poker pros: honed and focused foes that go for broke but don't emote—whose tokens grow as so-so opponents choke.]

[Stoke toads are solely pro-prose and loathe those that compose bloated tomes of poems and showy, overblown odes.]