The Frog Prince
For a group called Poetry and Pictures International
(poem beneath photo)
by Nick Owen
Lesley was a young Princess
Not of Royal blood, I guess.
But Daddy was the King of News
An anchor Man with his own views
It earned him Kingly revenues!
Their home looked like some ancient tower
And represented daddy’s power.
The garden too was very splendid
With great high walls it was defended.
These kept out the papparazzi
So none of them were saying, “grazie”.
But Lesley had to play alone
Or call friends on the telephone.
She liked to play with golden balls
And romp around in overalls.
She often threw them in the air
And tried to catch them as a pair.
Now one day a precious ball fell in the water.
Her dad, much too busy to search for his daughter.
She sat beside the pond and cried.
T’was not as though she had not tried.
The ball had vanished deep inside.
Then out of Daddy’s water feature
Emerged a green and slimy creature.
Not a lizard or a newt
(Some famous people find those cute).
Addressing her upon a log
Was an amazing talking frog.
He offered her a special deal.
I promise you that this is real!
He’d go dive and fetch her ball.
It would not take him long at at all.
Then she would take him in her house
And love him just like her pet mouse.
In fact, to love him rather better.
He wrote it in a slimy letter.
He must dine upon her table
And share her food, if he was able.
Then afterwards to share her bed
With little pillows for his head.
Now Lesley, she really just wanted her ball.
She hardly considered this froggy at all.
Preposterous to keep a deal
With a talking frog. Come on. Get real!
The frog disappeared and came back with her toy.
She cared not if it were a girl or a boy.
She ran away, back to her house,
Which made our froggy grouse and grouse.
“You promised you would take me too.
Now what am I supposed to do?”
Slowly he hopped up to her door
Requesting honoring his score
To Lesley this was just a bore.
How could any frog expect
A human child to show respect.
Frogs are meant for vivisection
She’d done it at her school inspection.
But dad has heard the froggy croak
He does not find it just a joke.
For he’d done a programme on animal rights
And knew of the animal terrorist’s fights.
“Now Lesley, let this frog come in.
No, you can’t put him in the bin.
I’m not risking bombs being thown at my home
You must understand he’s a frog, not a gnome.
If you agreed to make this deal
Then froggy has to share your meal
And he will have to share your bed
If that is truly what you said.
So froggy got to share her plate.
Her food, which once had tasted great
Had suddenly lost all its flavour
For frog it was a meal to savour.
But how’s a girl that’s so well bred
To take a slimy frog to bed?
She has to take him to her room
She wants to crush him with a broom
But daddy says that he must stay.
Poor Lesley can’t throw him away.
The two of them get into bed
Its not as if the pair are wed.
She puts a bolster in between.
Do you think that this girl is mean?
But frog insists he sleep on her pillow
Or, he declares, her father will know.
To lesley, that’s the final straw.
She hurls the frog against the door
The froggy makes a dreadful squelch.
Lesley lets out a satisfied belch.
But what is this upon the floor?
Its dark inside, so she’s not sure.
Its much too big to be a frog
Our Lesley’s suddenly agog.
The frog’s become a sexy male
He pulls himself up on the rail.
“I guess,” he says, “ We need a chat”
But that is not quite where she’s at.
Talking with frog’s is bad enough
But talk with men, that really rough!
She pulls the stranger into bed
The man is happy to be led.
She reckons that her dad’s agreed
And so the two begin to breed.
Next day he takes the girl away.
He has a place where they can stay.
A witch had put a spell on him,
A relative called Uncle Jim.
His world was covered up with slime.
He hoped he’d be released in time.
If any girl would honour him,
But not for all his features grim.
She’d had to get into a lather
To find she could oppose her father.
And now at last our tale is ended
And all of this abuse is mended.
At least that is the way I see it
Unless of course you don’t agree it.