on a windy road
just past Mookomojee
in a swamp of gray green
just past the gnarly old trees
where the water was not so deep
was a house on stilts
where the lily pads grew
inside lived a witch
all of 3 foot 2
her face was an esquisite site to behold
in the middle of her forehead grew a giant black mole
which grew 3 hair she could braid and did so with glee
her nose was as crooked as a drunkard's street
she was also missing her 2 front teeth
but her eyes were a beautiful shade of robin egg blue
behind them worked the quick mind of a shrew
no matter the fact of diminutive size
she always aimed for the biggest prize
not that mind you was always wise
she was going to court clad as a queen
all the others with envy would scream
she would kiss the prince
that made her eyes gleam
well at least that was her dream
the cauldron it bubbled and brewed
the ingredients were sorted and in it she threw
a bat's wing
some simple thing
dust from a ghost's sheet
something to make a vampire weep
the cauldron it bubbled but the brew was still weak
her list of ingredients was quite a huge heap
fur from a cat's tongue
something bouncy and fun
on and on the list went till all her ingredients were spent
there was something she didn't have
the spark, the thing to make it tick
a dragon's shiny iridescent scale tip
so she substituted
dragon snot
well she thought it would make it thick
it bubbled brewed and glowed all the right colors
in the glass it was poured
down her gullet it went till there was no more
she spasmed shook and fell to the floor
finally it stopped
the transformation was done
excited hoping to go to the ball
she looked in the mirror
her smile began to fall
she was still 3 foot 2
with pretty green skin and eyes robin egg blue
a frog she screamed
this was not what she dreamed
her shrew little mind began to scheme
frogs hopped all around
hoping to meet the beautiful frog
they thought their queen
she fanned herself on a lily pad in the sun
set aside just for her
thoughts in her mind began to brew
there was a witch down the street
one who reminded her of who she use to be
then she remembered she liked frog stew
now that she was a frog
just a little over 3 feet
that crazy old witch would find her a tasty treat
she
sighed deep as one of the frogs rubbed her funny webbed feet.....(C)MJR
2008
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