Loaded dice,
My charming prince,
Hidden, disguised,
Encroach my fence,
Nearer blight,
My passionate heart,
Flee in flight,
Undoubtedly smart,
Morning false,
In bitter taste,
Love gone wrong,
Is such a waste,
Lift up the frog,
Kiss him quick,
Then memory jog,
His tender lips,
If no sudden,
Change occurs,
Be no glutton,
To simple hurt.
Frogs and things are interesting. Nice poem.
Miss Angela – Bravo! How many frogs must we kiss? Ugh!