The Frog and the Princess
There once was a princess who knew much beauty,
Who's father was king and had a lot of duty.
Most fine days in the forest she played,
Throwing her rich golden ball, which never did fade.
But one warm day, the ball she had missed,
And it rolled down the earth to the deep fountains midst.
And she cried and she cried until there appeared,
An ugly, green frog, who seemed very weird.
He said to the girl, "I will get your ball dear,
But what will I get in return?" Asked he most sincere.
"Whatever you desire," She desperately replied,
For all she wanted could be obtained by the lie.
The frog then demanded much that was long overdue,
"I want you to love me, To play with me too,
To sleep in your bed, to eat off your plate,
To sit at your table and be inside your gate."
To this the princess hastily agreed,
For the frog could give her all that she need.
So the frog dived down deep, to return the possession,
And when he came back, she had no affection.
She ran very quick, all the way to her home,
Leaving the frog feeling sad and alone.
And the next day, while at the table he sat,
She heard at the door an incessant "splish, splash"
Which suddenly stopped followed by a quick tap.
"Open the door, my princess," The voice yapped.
When the princess opened the door to see who was there,
The thing which she saw gave her much despair.
It was the green frog, whom she slammed the door on,
And returned to her seat looking like a moron.
But as the king asked, "Who was that my child?"
The daughter slowly answered, "A frog I beguiled,
I promised him much, but gave him nothing,
For I thought I could escape by rapidly leaving."
"How could you be so vile and mean,
To reject something so thoughtful, nice and green?
Go answer the door, you ungrateful girl.
And let that frog in, to give him a whirl."
She slunk from the chair and trudged to open the door.
And forced a small smile that the frog did adore.
"Now princess please let me eat from your plate."
The frog was held up and happily ate.
"I am done and am tired," The frog lazily said.
"Please take me to your room and put me in your nice little bed."
The girl hesitated, but looked to her dad,
Who gave her a look that she knew was quite bad.
So she picked him up and carried him up.
With only two fingers, to her bedroom above.
But when she was there, she threw him abroad.
Cause she never did like the ugly green frog.
But as he collapsed to the cold, clean floor,
It wasn't the frog who was there anymore.
But a handsome young prince, who as she could tell,
Was dead as can be, right there where he fell.
The king rushed in, hearing the clatter.
And angrily asked, "What in the world is the matter?"
"Another one is dead," The princess then sighed.
"That's the fifth one this week, I'll never be a bride!"
~Emilee Gillespie
Mom decided that we needed something on the blog spot about me, her favorite 15 year old daughter. So she had me put this poem up that I did for an English class and one of the pictures we took of me last week, hope you enjoyed it!
