Batrachian
Once a batrachian miss
Asked if I'd give her a kiss
A prospect that quite frankly made me sick,
"Why" said I, "I'd rather die
Than kiss a toad or even try
Unless you are the victim of some trick?"
Then she told me the sad tale
Of a witch wrinkly and pale
Who cursed her into toadhood unfairly,
And how if she could steal a kiss
From someone who was not a miss
She would become who she was meant to be...
So feeling rather keen that I
Could kiss a toad and be the guy
Who saved a princess from a fate so cruel,
I planted a big one on it
And heard it sigh a deep ribbit
Not realizing I had been a fool!
For when the magic spell was broke
The talking toad began to croak
And grow until before my ailing eyes,
The toad to whom I gave a kiss
Thinking I would gain a Miss
Turned instead into an ugly guy!
By Kerin Gedge
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