The Green Frog ~ Poetry

Did you see that great big green frog over there, the one just sitting on the lily pond without a single care. I know I didn’t see him there before, and I just this second came out our front door. Maybe he is a charming prince, should I go see, maybe all it takes is one little kiss from me. But what if it isn’t the prince, but just an old toad, will I get warts all over me as the story is told. What if I kiss him and the spell was cast upon me, my goodness what kind of creature could I turn out to be. Would I be stuck in the spell for all of eternity, maybe even having to jump from tree to tree. I think I should just continue on my way, because if my mother saw me what would she say. Would she holler out to my dad, I know one thing she would be really mad. Because I was suppose to go to the store you see, not be outside jumping around in some old tree. I am sure she would call the police too, and ask them just what she should do. She doesn’t know how to explain what is in the tree, and told the police, “It looks just like a monkey to me.” I have this really long tail and it just keeps twitching, Oh no, now I have developed this terrible itching. Well, I never wanted to marry a prince anyway, I promise I’ll never go near a green frog, not after today. Please will someone wake me up from this dream, if you don’t I think I am going to scream.   © Brenda Sparkman January 18, 2004

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