A BATRACHIAN AFFAIR.

It was a warm Autumn morning
As I wandered so carefree
Wading among the lilies
Of the pond when suddenly
I heard a voice, well, more
Of a croak really, and there
Cross legged on a flower, was
A tiny but beautiful princess,
'You got any linctus, pal?'
She said clutching her neck.
'That's some neck you got,'
I said, 'Talking to me when
'I'm wandering carefree here.'
'Listen,' she said, throwing
A glance over her shoulder,
'I'm really a gorgeous green
'Frog under all this tinsel.'
'Go on,' I said, 'Prove it.'
'Ya hafta kiss me first bigboy,'
She said, winking one huge eye.
Well, how many times have I
Heard that before, I sighed.
Still, she was kinda cute
For a midget and I puckered
Up, 'Close your eyes now.'
There was a fizzlepopping
Crackling snappling sound
And when I opened my eyes
She was gone, disappeared.
Boy, was I pissed, so near
And yet so far, I thought,
Imagining the sauce, but
It was all too late and I
Turned to go, when suddenly,
In the distance hopping
Away on long juicy legs,
I saw her, gorgeous green
Frog, 'Wait,' I cried out,
'Wait. Can't we be friends?'
Her voice came back so tender,
'Knee deep,' she said, 'Knee deep.'
And as I waded through the pond
I knew, dammit, she was right.