Frog Prince
While playing near some slimy logs,
My sister kissed a couple frogs.
She's done no kissing ever since
Nor found a grateful, charming prince.
The frogs possessed no human hearts
But rather slime for poison darts.
For those who hope to be a queen,
The frogs to kiss are brown or green.
The brighter colors often say,
"I'll make you sick, so go away."
A vivid yellow, blue, or red
Is likelier to leave you dead.
(Perhaps they're bright to find a mate,
But what's the sense in tempting fate?
When creatures are a feast to see,
It's best to let those beauties be.)
My sister kissed a couple frogs.
She's done no kissing ever since
Nor found a grateful, charming prince.
The frogs possessed no human hearts
But rather slime for poison darts.
For those who hope to be a queen,
The frogs to kiss are brown or green.
The brighter colors often say,
"I'll make you sick, so go away."
A vivid yellow, blue, or red
Is likelier to leave you dead.
(Perhaps they're bright to find a mate,
But what's the sense in tempting fate?
When creatures are a feast to see,
It's best to let those beauties be.)
*This is a work of fiction, and no sisters were harmed in the creation of this poem.
This poem is copyright (©) Paul Burgess 2025
About the Writer
Paul Burgess
Paul lives in Lexington, Kentucky. He is the sole proprietor of a business that offers ESL, translation, and interpretation services. He speaks several languages fluently and likes studying the cultures and intellectual histories of many nations. When not writing strange poems, he enjoys playing guitar, reading, and hiking. His poems have appeared in Blue Unicorn, The Orchards, Parody, Lighten Up Online, New Verse News, and other poetry publications.
