A salubrious syncopation
The Toadie hopped along the road,
his warts were all ablister.
The sun was shining on his back
and no matter how he twisted,
he could not find his way across
to meet his Toadie sister.
She’d invited him to come to tea
over in the meadow.
To play some games and reminisce
and frolic in the shadows.
He’d thought to take a shortcut,
but now he wished he hadn’t.
“I’ll roast and toast me in this place!
Get eaten by some rodent!”
But as he thought he’d surely die
upon that hot macadam,
he spied a crack in the smooth rock wall
and squeezed his way to freedom.
Alas, although the shadows cool
brought surcease from his blisters,
the flight had brought him to a point
quite opposite his sister’s.
“Drat the day I got the note
to party with my sister!
All I’ll show for effort spent
are inconvenient blisters!”
He turned toward home, then spied a well
that promised soothing water.
He hopped atop a low-slung wall
and laughed with Toadie laughter.
He heard a step and jumped within
to minimize intrusion,
when suddenly a golden ball
gave Toadie a contusion.
A battered, blistered, furious toad
now hopped onto the curbing,
and looked around to find the source
of that missile so disturbing.
A pretty lass in petticoats
was standing there beside him.
She gave a squeal and clapped her hands
as suddenly she spied him!
“How dare you bop me on my head!”
the furious toad demanded.
“At last I’ve found you!” cried the lass,
“A frog prince, empty handed!”
“Frog prince, my eye!” the toad declared,
“A toad of grace and breeding!
And quite the worse for meeting you
and taking such a beating!”
He glared at her, she stared at him,
then suddenly she grabbed him.
Planted a kiss upon his lips,
and watched to see it happen!
Toadie hopped down to the ground
and took off for the fence.
“Wait!” she cried, “Listen to me,
I’ve changed you to a prince!”
Toadie stopped and looked around,
“Just what are you implying?
I’ll hear some more, but make it quick,
I feel like I’ve been frying!”
“You see,” she said, “I come each day
to play here by the wellside;
waiting for my prince to come,
and though you’re on the small side,
I think you must be in disguise,
enchanted by a witch.
All it takes is a maiden’s kiss
to help you make the switch!”
“Well, well, well!” the Toadie said,
“That would be quite a life.
How long does it take to break the spell?
and would you be my wife?
The maiden tossed her golden curls
and turned to walk away.
“It only takes a kiss to work.
I guess it’s not your day!”
Poor Toadie hopped along the road,
his warts were still ablister.
He had a knot upon his head
and was not inclined to listen
to anyone who cared to talk
about the day’s adventure.
“Just leave me sitting on my rock,
But, hopping into Toadie’s life
there came a beauteous vision.
A lovely lady toad was set
upon an expedition.
“Where are you going?” Toadie called,
intent on conversation.
“Across the way to see my kin!”
was her lilting explanation.
“Travel can be full of trials,
perhaps you’d like collusion.”
So, Toadie in the thrall of love
forgot blisters and contusions.
The moral of this Toadie tale
is plain to all who read it.
There’s more to life than princely gain;
for what we are’s sufficient.
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