I Kissed a Frog
I kissed a frog on a silly dare,
Hoped for a prince, got a slimy scare.
His beady eyes just stared at me,
now my lips feel like they’re scarey
A tingle first, then an awful itch,
Now they’re red and starting to twitch.
A bumpy plague has taken hold,
I should’ve listened—I’d been told.
Forget the fairytales, they tell you lies,
Kissing a frog just multiplies
Your need for ointments, creams, and pills.
Next time, I’ll stick to smelling daffodils.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
Geez, one does have to be careful out there for there are a lot of frogs out there. Good one, good job.