When Frogs Confide Edit 0.00000001 erthona
#1
A prince was cursed in to a frog;
it happens all the time.
A passing virgin thought him odd
but frankly didn't give a sod,
so when he croaked ,"I need a kiss!"
she simply thought he took the piss,
and at him tossed a log.

The log, it missed--a hopeless hurl--
then splashed in to a pond...
and in this pond were many frogs
who did not think that throwing logs
was quite the thing when in mid-spawn.
Enraged, they hopped on to the lawn,
advancing on the girl.

A pretty girl, but frogs would say,
of little consequence.
They croaked dissent and, hopping mad,
intent on doing something bad,
with bulging eyes they surged as one
until....until...they came upon
Prince Frog, who blocked their way.

He stood his ground and held his breath;
the croaking simmered down.
A silence fell and all went still;
but for one frog who crawled until
he reached the front. The throng watched on,
anticipation growing strong...
and then the two frogs met.

In whispered croaks, the princely one
confided in his foe.
"Look here, old chap, I ought to say
before I let you pass this way,
that I'm a Prince and not a frog,
and can explain about the log..."
Reaction, there was none.

The impass left him fraught with fears,
as silence often will.
The confidence twixt frog and prince
did not last long; for to convince
ten thousand Kermits, rank and file,
of royal presence, with a smile,
the frog turned to his peers.

"It seems", in mocking croaks he spoke,
"in confidence, of course,
that this here frog, can you believe,
claims he's a Prince! I can't conceive
of anything less likely than
a frog who claims to be a man".
All laughed, as though a joke.

The frog he turned and fixed a stare
through globe-like, gold-slit eyes.
Then all at once he laughed out loud,
he ribbed his sides and milked the crowd;
all fell about with legs up high
The prince, perplexed, wished he could die
or be at least elsewhere.

Then quietly, as though rehearsed,
a front leg held outstretched,
the frog came close, and with wry smile,
shook hands and without threat or guile,
disclosed that truth that all frogs know--
once social graces are let go--
all frogs are Princes, cursed.

The virgin, what of her you ask?
I'll tell you in good time;
but first of all, you ought to know
that virgins are quite rare and so
whenever frogs and virgins meet
one or the other gets a treat...
but this was quite a task.

Suffice to say that on the day,
and quite some of the night,
ten thousand princes were released.
The virgin, sadly now deceased,
did stirling work, though weight of frogs
upon her made her kick her clogs,
and duly pass away.

If there's a moral, you decide,
but I can think of none.
A happy ending always scores,
a witty ending brings applause.
Frogs and princes, virgin's kiss,
a tale that only could exist
when frogs confide.

tectak
2014
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#2

    Bravo!

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#3
I thought frogs were amphibians?

At least the bad princess got it in the end...well maybe not literally!

ditto Bravo

dale
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#4
and excellent and enthralling read, i just read it and all i saw was the fun of it. the twist was superb.

a bravo here as well
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#5
(06-28-2014, 05:31 AM)rayheinrich Wrote:  
    Bravo!


This could catch on!
Thanks for reading...it was great fun to write.
Best,
tectak

(06-28-2014, 06:49 AM)Erthona Wrote:  I thought frogs were amphibians?

At least the bad princess got it in the end...well maybe not literally!

ditto Bravo

dale

.....how I suffer for my art! I originally had "amphibs" instead of "reptiles" but was gonna be damned either way by the first clever-dick or dale that read it...in the end assonance won. Or lost. It's in fun....should I leave it?
Best,
tectak
Yahooo! Got it! Credit dale.
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#6
this and a lot of the ones ray writes are what this for fun forum is all about. to just share something that was pleasurable to write and as is often the case just as pleasurable to read. you cracked it with this one.
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#7
(06-28-2014, 07:31 AM)billy Wrote:  this and a lot of the ones ray writes are what this for fun forum is all about. to just share something that was pleasurable to write and as is often the case just as pleasurable to read. you cracked it with this one.

Thanks billy. I'm not averse to verse in fun...and this one just flowed. Dale got me,though, with the wrong bio-class...correction up and I hope its still funnySmile Yiu know what a bloody pedant erthona can be.
Best,
tectak
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#8
What a beautiful read, I could see the illustrations Big Grin
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#9
(06-28-2014, 08:01 AM)ellajam Wrote:  What a beautiful read, I could see the illustrations Big Grin

Hi ella,
funnily enough I DO visualise a good deal. It always seems easier to write about something you can see rather than something you can't. Glad it gave you some happiness.
Best
Tectak
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#10
Sorry, I was in error to be correct. Smile
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
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#11
(06-28-2014, 05:18 AM)tectak Wrote:  A prince was cursed in to a frog;
it happens all the time.
A passing virgin thought him odd
but frankly didn't give a sod,
so when he croaked ,"I need a kiss!"
she simply thought he took the piss,
and at him tossed a log.

The log, it missed--a hopeless hurl--
then splashed in to a pond...
and in this pond were many frogs
who did not think that throwing logs
was quite the thing when in mid-spawn.
Enraged, they hopped on to the lawn,
advancing on the girl.

A pretty girl, but frogs would say,
of little consequence.
They croaked dissent and, hopping mad,
intent on doing something bad,
with bulging eyes they surged as one
until....until...they came upon
Prince Frog, who blocked their way.

He stood his ground and held his breath;
the croaking simmered down.
A silence fell and all went still;
but for one frog who crawled until
he reached the front. The throng watched on,
anticipation growing strong...
and then the two frogs met.

In whispered croaks, the princely one
confided in his foe.
"Look here, old chap, I ought to say
before I let you pass this way,
that I'm a Prince and not a frog,
and can explain about the log..."
Reaction, there was none.

The impass left him fraught with fears,
as silence often will.
The confidence twixt frog and prince
did not last long; for to convince
ten thousand Kermits, rank and file,
of royal presence, with a smile,
the frog turned to his peers.

"It seems", in mocking croaks he spoke,
"in confidence, of course,
that this here frog, can you believe,
claims he's a Prince! I can't conceive
of anything less likely than
a frog who claims to be a man".
All laughed, as though a joke.

The frog he turned and fixed a stare
through globe-like, gold-slit eyes.
Then all at once he laughed out loud,
he ribbed his sides and milked the crowd;
all fell about with legs up high
The prince, perplexed, wished he could die
or be at least elsewhere.

Then quietly, as though rehearsed,
a front leg held outstretched,
the frog came close, and with wry smile,
shook hands and without threat or guile,
disclosed that truth that all frogs know--
once social graces are let go--
all frogs are Princes, cursed.

The virgin, what of her you ask?
I'll tell you in good time;
but first of all, you ought to know
that virgins are quite rare and so
whenever frogs and virgins meet
one or the other gets a treat...
but this was quite a task.

Suffice to say that on the day,
and quite some of the night,
ten thousand princes were released.
The virgin, sadly now deceased,
did stirling work, though weight of frogs
upon her made her kick her clogs,
and duly pass away.

If there's a moral, you decide,
but I can think of none.
A happy ending always scores,
a witty ending brings applause.
Frogs and princes, virgin's kiss,
a tale that only could exist
when frogs confide.

tectak
2014

If this is not cheers and merry play, nothing is. What an uplifting and magical gift. It gives food thought that all frogs are princes cursed, great line. I must say, however, I was a little distressed about the poor lasses death. Best Loretta
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#12
(06-29-2014, 06:05 AM)LorettaYoung Wrote:  
(06-28-2014, 05:18 AM)tectak Wrote:  A prince was cursed in to a frog;
it happens all the time.
A passing virgin thought him odd
but frankly didn't give a sod,
so when he croaked ,"I need a kiss!"
she simply thought he took the piss,
and at him tossed a log.

The log, it missed--a hopeless hurl--
then splashed in to a pond...
and in this pond were many frogs
who did not think that throwing logs
was quite the thing when in mid-spawn.
Enraged, they hopped on to the lawn,
advancing on the girl.

A pretty girl, but frogs would say,
of little consequence.
They croaked dissent and, hopping mad,
intent on doing something bad,
with bulging eyes they surged as one
until....until...they came upon
Prince Frog, who blocked their way.

He stood his ground and held his breath;
the croaking simmered down.
A silence fell and all went still;
but for one frog who crawled until
he reached the front. The throng watched on,
anticipation growing strong...
and then the two frogs met.

In whispered croaks, the princely one
confided in his foe.
"Look here, old chap, I ought to say
before I let you pass this way,
that I'm a Prince and not a frog,
and can explain about the log..."
Reaction, there was none.

The impass left him fraught with fears,
as silence often will.
The confidence twixt frog and prince
did not last long; for to convince
ten thousand Kermits, rank and file,
of royal presence, with a smile,
the frog turned to his peers.

"It seems", in mocking croaks he spoke,
"in confidence, of course,
that this here frog, can you believe,
claims he's a Prince! I can't conceive
of anything less likely than
a frog who claims to be a man".
All laughed, as though a joke.

The frog he turned and fixed a stare
through globe-like, gold-slit eyes.
Then all at once he laughed out loud,
he ribbed his sides and milked the crowd;
all fell about with legs up high
The prince, perplexed, wished he could die
or be at least elsewhere.

Then quietly, as though rehearsed,
a front leg held outstretched,
the frog came close, and with wry smile,
shook hands and without threat or guile,
disclosed that truth that all frogs know--
once social graces are let go--
all frogs are Princes, cursed.

The virgin, what of her you ask?
I'll tell you in good time;
but first of all, you ought to know
that virgins are quite rare and so
whenever frogs and virgins meet
one or the other gets a treat...
but this was quite a task.

Suffice to say that on the day,
and quite some of the night,
ten thousand princes were released.
The virgin, sadly now deceased,
did stirling work, though weight of frogs
upon her made her kick her clogs,
and duly pass away.

If there's a moral, you decide,
but I can think of none.
A happy ending always scores,
a witty ending brings applause.
Frogs and princes, virgin's kiss,
a tale that only could exist
when frogs confide.

tectak
2014

If this is not cheers and merry play, nothing is. What an uplifting and magical gift. It gives food thought that all frogs are princes cursed, great line. I must say, however, I was a little distressed about the poor lasses death. Best Loretta
She died hoppy with a frog in her throat.
tectak.
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#13
Just as well. Her father was a pony, so she was always a little hoarse. The doctor wrote in his death report. Cause of death: Reptilian Cotillion. Of course the educated man knows that this is incorrect and the correct diagnosis is: Amphibian Oblivion. ahem!


dale the log
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
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#14
(06-29-2014, 07:22 AM)Erthona Wrote:  Just as well. Her father was a pony, so she was always a little hoarse. The doctor wrote in his death report. Cause of death: Reptilian Cotillion. Of course the educated man knows that this is incorrect and the correct diagnosis is: Amphibian Oblivion. ahem!


dale the log

The post mortem disagrees. She died of a massive anura-ismHystericalHysterical
Touche!
tectak
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#15
Very clever and funny - thanks for posting this! Your easy familiarity with rhyme and meter, and your humour, make this a pleasure to read.
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#16
(06-29-2014, 04:56 PM)just mercedes Wrote:  Very clever and funny - thanks for posting this! Your easy familiarity with rhyme and meter, and your humour, make this a pleasure to read.

Thanks merc,
It is for fun. It can get a bit heavy, this poetry lark, and really, if it ain't fun its serious.Hysterical
Best,
tectak
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#17
Quote:"The post mortem disagrees. She died of a massive anura-ism
Touche!
tectak"

That's log-mortem, and aren't you being a bit toady?


dale the frog whisperer
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The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
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