A Princess, neither rich nor good,
Wandered in the wild, wild wood.
Her dress was just a hand-me-down,
Nothing like a royal gown.
Her shoes were thin; she felt the stones.
She was far removed from royal thrones!
Her parents were both church-mouse poor;
No crown jewels were in store.
Sadly, in the family-tree,
There was inherent poverty!
'Oh lackaday!' the Princess sighed,
'Why can't I be a rich man's bride!'
Suddenly, there appeared a frog!
(Of course, he was hiding behind a log.
If I searched for another rhyme
That would take up too much time!)
The princess smiled bright as can be,
Saying 'This must be the Prince for me!
Come, dear Frog, let us embrace!
How nice to have you on my case!'
She'd heard, you see, that froggy kisses
End up revealing what true bliss is.
Handsome Princes, under spells,
Pop out in time for wedding bells!
The poor Princess was very eager,
Though Froggy's sex-appeal was meager.
She cried 'My lips are longing for you!
Already, darling, I adore you!'
The Princess thought she'd got it made!
Gold-digging was her stock-in-trade.
She lunged at froggy, lips all pursed,
Crying 'Kiss me, Froggy! Do you worst!
Sorry! I mean your best, of course!'
(A sentiment she had to force!)
'Hold hard!' cried Froggy, 'Let's get things straight.
I admit that I can hardly wait,
For though you're not exactly rich,
There's nothing like you in my ditch!
But please consider, before we kiss
That this could be a hit or miss!
I might turn human, I really might,
And bring to you your heart's delight.
I might be a Prince, awash with jewels,
Made for love and fighting duels.
I might stand before you, strong and tall!
But things might not go that way at all.
The very force of my D.N.A.
Might make things go the other way!
How do you fancy, sweet young thing,
The joys that Froggy love could bring?
You say you love me; you will not mind
Erotica of a froggy kind!
If you turn amphibean, you wont care!
We'll be such a green and slimy pair!
So let us kiss! You may become
Entirely happy as a tadpole's Mum!'
So there you have it! She had to choose!
Should she take the risk with so much to loose?
Would a rich Prince lift her off the shelf?
Or would she become a Frog herself?
I think I'll call the Princess 'Emma'.
Now I've got a rhyme for
WHAT A DILEMMA!
Too funny! What a dilemma indeed!
Fantastic! And wot a dilemma!
You never fail to make me smile! I love your humor.
Loved it! I don't usually read rhymes, but this one was irresistable!
Hahaha! Great twist on an old tale! I love it!
I love this! Poor princess, I wonder what decision she made.
You take da cake with this one - superb!
so whatever happened to Rinkly Rimes?
If this poem is shown to the women's-right's-wing..... they would claim that thousands of women are already married to frogs ... Gulp :)))
what a delightful read, though I probably won't kiss the frog, I'll just get a job
Dilemma, dilemma for gold diggin' Emma!
Ah! May The Force...of DNA...be with ya, DaEmmallima! Good one Rinkly!
You have such a great imagination! Yes, what a dilemma! Glad I don't have to make that choice. :)
Oh what a fun poem, and I'm still waiting for my frog prince :-)
This is a great one! I am impressed with the D posts today! Thanks Anne
What a clever poet you are!!
I don't know if I would like to be a wet slimy creature. I would grow to love it if it was the right prince.
This was fabulous! I say she shouldn't kiss a frog. She should become an independent self-sufficient woman and break the chain of poverty in her family...
Great poem! Too hilarious! She definitely has quite a dilemma in her hands, doesn't she?
Very clever poem, thanks for sharing it...
fairy tale, admire your story retelling and story creation...
awesome D post.
Yep, that's one big dilemma, all right!
Definitely a dilemma! I want to know her choice.
I wonder what her choice was?
What a choice. Will there be another ode to bring the curious the end?
What a funny and brilliant little rhyme.
I really liked the meter of this work. It had such a good flow I had to read it out loud as well.
Thanks for sharing your talent and imagery with us.
I always love my stops here.
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