The frog princesses prepared for their big day
hopping to and fro, sharing makeup and accessories
giggling as they looked at their amphibious faces
reflected in the silver sheen of a giant metal pot
The frog princesses cleaned, preened, and dreamed
of the exciting event about to take place
they felt the reassuring wet of their adopted residence
but they didn’t feel the warming waves
A prince would soon be whisking them away
to a castle straight from tadpole fantasies
cool slate floors connecting mossy stone walls
and a moat with enough flies to feast
The frog princesses dressed for the coming kisses
by basting strawberry lip gloss on their wide smiles
if they had known their legs would be savored last
they might have jump-ercised more frequently
The frog princesses couldn’t know from their watery home
that standing on land was a hungry Frenchman
with a handlebar mustache and a lascivious grin
mumbling “How hot do you like your bath, little darlings?
Tell me how hot you like your bath”
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