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This is from June last year so I’ve done something a little different to my last effort.
Selected from UNSPLASH … Timothy Dykes
I’ve lost count of the kisses.
When will my Prince come?
My wicked sister cursed me
For something I hadn’t done.
She said true love would free me
From the shackles of this cloak
That doubles as magic carpet,
Now all I can do is croak.
How can I explain my dilemma
When nobody hears my plea
I’m not really what you see here,
This isn’t the real me.
Sister died thirty years ago,
Never freeing me from her curse,
People have tried and failed miserably,
Only making the matter worse.
Maybe life as a frog isn’t hopeless,
There’s no mortgage or bills to pay
And on hot days it’s cool in the water
Where I can swim and play.
No-one to tell me I shouldn’t,
Even better I’ll never get old,
This curse is actually timeless,
At least that’s what I’ve been told.
So life is what I can make it,
I’ll enjoy every day having fun,
And who knows what lies on the horizon
As one day my Prince will come.