The Frog

In eating flies he has no peer,

Green and slimy,

With a quick pink tongue

Darting out, he hops along

To find his princess

In a gully. 

The graceful prince,

In rubbery, green armor

With springs for legs

Will save the day.

Seeking help, He hops along,

The magic kiss lost in a gully.

He returns with help

And awaits the kiss

Planted on his back

By a girl’s puckered mouth.

Finally, he thinks,

the time has come.

But a frog is a frog,

He is not a prince.

Stephen Rosenshein recently graduated from the George Washington University with a B.A. in Psychology.  He plans to spend the next two years travling in South America and teaching English.