Frog Prince
Frog Prince
Vodka, Brandy, and Whisky
He gulped to drown his sorrow.
One by one the bottles lay empty
While he slumped wasted, onto a bench.
Sick of his green body and bulging eyes
He yearned for the kiss of his life.
‘Oh, where art thou?’ he cried
Waiting for the special one.
One kiss was all it took
To turn the frog into a Prince.
Prince or not, he wanted true love
But, all he got was alcoholic shove.