Frog Prince Chooses

He is so dapper and dashing! The ugliest dames said. One of them on board now, as her husband was dead. One old toad gave her the cold eye and a shove to her head. These toads in waiting had learned at court, ‘twas how to get ahead. The pollywogs were listening, and they began to titter. The tadpoles being born were swimming fast in their bowl litter. A mature frog had just swallowed a moldy fly that was bitter. Her counterpart smirked, for she had almost grabbed up that critter. The frog prince walked down the aisle and looked at the throng. To select a young froglet would be lecherous and probably long. There were hard looking women singing a preening fine song. He stood in front of one who was not hideous and said “come along.” The prince has chosen! The Royal Court said, with a murmur. It was Prissy Per Persnickety Frog Puzzle from east of Bermer. He married her quickly and rapidly whisked her away. In a sleigh fashioned from cattails; it was his last lovely day.