Kiss a frog and you get a prince –
A mincing, prancing, preening ponce
Who’ll whisk away and then ensconce
you into his insipid life –
Where evermore you’ll be his wife.
Just a beauty, whose duty is to be seen
(except when you’re spawning his progeny)
No more a person, but just a means
of insuring the fate of his monarchy.
Well, that’s never been a dream of mine,
So stick that offer where the sun don’t shine,
Sorry frogs, but I’d rather go
get frisky, with less risky toads.
(Inspired by #microprompt ‘Frog’)