Poetry Thursday

 

Once again, Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton have provided us with a photo for Poetry Thursday.

The frog excitedly waited for the princess.

He hoped his efforts would impress.
He had met her by the pond.

She was a vision, tall and blonde.

He worked up the nerve to ask her for a kiss.

Her lips on his would-be bliss.

He knew he didn’t have a chance

But saw the princess staring like she was in a trance

when he asked for a kiss, she complied 

And in his mouth, she let her tongue slide

He thought he had found love.

Sent to his pond from above

But. as noticed by a neighboring skunk

It was pretty obvious the princess was drunk

She had been seduced by demon alcohol

And did so much that she could not recall

But she did remember making a date with the frog

And the pound was where she hid the spiked egg nog

So she would visit him real quick

Then drank the nog until she was sick

The frog’s heart was full of joy when she arrived

His love for her was revived

Where she planned to give him a quick kiss

Then leave him and slip into an alcohol bliss

He insisted he shows her his lily pad

She didn’t want to show she was mad 

They walked along the green paths that led to his place

And she said to herself she would not get to first base

Then she saw his abode floating in the pond

With pillows all around, like his goal was to be spawned

It was all so prettily arranged

And her mind changed

She led the frog onto the couch

And they began to dance the nautch

And gave him a night to remember

Through the fall and past December

In the spring, the Princess had three babies

And the doctor assumed they must have rabies

The Princess realized she was never to be a queen

Now that she had triplets who were green