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The Frog-Prince for an Instant
Hot and muggy was the day,
When I, too warm and bored to play,
Sat down in the shade of the great grand, old
Hop hornbeam tree, with little else to do or see.
And what should descend from above,
Not a squirrel or crow or dove,
Instead came crawling next to me a slick
Frog with pale green skin and golden eyes a mind within,
He stared at me so pleadingly,
I saw where he was leading me,
So I kissed him and POOF a strong, good, good-
Looking prince was there, garbed in gold, and a stately air
“Oh wow!” I shouted, “Does this mean,”
That we’ll be wed and I a queen?”
I fancied castles, crowns, and my darling
Prince gave me a look, then meekly laughed, his head he shook
“No, not you, I apologize
You’re not the princess in my eyes,
I tired of waiting and though you’re kind of
Cute, I do confess, I like your little sister best.”
He laugh at me? My feelings then,
Wanted some sort of end to him,
“You played me since she hates frogs?
That’s no way to act! I think I’ll take my kiss right back!”
And before he could move or speak,
I snatched my kiss right off his cheek
With a croak, he then reverted into,
His true form, the creep, sounding as if frogs could weep,
I chased him to the nearest pond,
Where he simpered on a frond
I curtsied deep then traipsed on back
Home with conviction that I should stick to books nonfiction
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